Up from the bronze, I saw Water without a flaw Rush to its rest in air Reach to its rest, and fall.
... 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.
Stupidity always accompanies evil. Or evil, stupidity.
True revolutions in art restore more than they destroy.
Your work is carved out of agony as a statue is carved out of marble.
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.