Perhaps this very instant is your time.

Because language is the carrier of ideas, it is easy to believe that it should be very little else than such a carrier.

... politics are nothing but sand and gravel: it is art and life that feed us until we die. Everything else is ambition, hysteria or hatred.

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.

Perhaps this very instant is your time.

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

True revolutions in art restore more than they destroy.