True revolutions in art restore more than they destroy.

The intellectual is a middle-class product; if he is not born into the class he must soon insert himself into it, in order to exist. He is the fine nervous flower of the bourgeoisie.

The art of one period cannot be approached through the attitudes (emotional or intellectual) of another.

The measured blood beats out the year's delay.

Innocence of heart and violence of feeling are necessary in any kind of superior achievement: The arts cannot exist without them.

I cannot believe that the inscrutable universe turns on an axis of suffering; surely the strange beauty of the world must somewhere rest on pure joy!

...in a time lacking in truth and certainty and filled with anguish and despair, no woman should be shamefaced in attempting to give back to the world, through her work, a portion of its lost heart.