Perhaps our only sickness is to desire a truth which we cannot bear rather than to rest content with the fictions we manufacture out of each other.

Truth is a matter of direct apprehension-you can't climb a ladder of mental concepts to it.

No one can go on being a rebel too long without turning into an autocrat.

Perhaps our only sickness is to desire a truth which we cannot bear rather than to rest content with the fictions we manufacture out of each other.

The effective in art is what rapes the emotions of your audience without nourishing its values.

Art—the meaning of the pattern of our common actions in reality. The cloth-of-gold that hides behind the sackcloth of reality, forced out by the pain of human memory.

Our inventions mirror our secret wishes.