It's unthinkable not to love - you'd have a severe nervous breakdown. Or you'd have to be Philip Larkin.

Poverty is a great cutter-off and riches a great shutter-off.

We are the children of our landscape; it dictates behavior and even thought in the measure to which we are responsive to it.

For us artists there waits the joyous compromise through art with all that wounded or defeated us in daily life; in this way, not to evade destiny, as the ordinary people try to do, but to fulfil it in its true potential - the imagination.

They flower spontaneously out of the demands of our natures - and the best of them lead us not only outward in space, but inward as well.

Everyone loathes his own country and countrymen if he is any sort of artist.

These are the moments which are not calculable, and cannot be assessed in words; they live on in the solution of memory, like wonderful creatures, unique of their own kind, dredged up from the floors of some unexplored ocean.