True revolutions in art restore more than they destroy.

Stupidity always accompanies evil. Or evil, stupidity.

The Initial Mystery that attends any journey is: how did the traveler reach his starting point in the first place?

What we suffer, what we endure, what we muff, what we kill, what we miss, what we are guilty of, is done by us, as individuals, in private.

It is through the acceptance of a variety of aethetic and intellectual points of view that a culture is given breadth and density.

Perhaps this very instant is your time.

... how much of our inner substance is it good for us to give to public griefs? The whole modern tendency to agonize over the suffering of the entire globe is surely something new.