Art Is a Way Out. Do not let life overwhelm you. When the old paths are choked with the débris of failure, look for newer and fresher paths. Art is just such a path. Art is distilled from suffering.

Prayers for the condemned man will be offered on an adding machine. Numbers constitute the only universal language.

He felt as though his heart were a bomb, a complicated bomb that would result in a simple explosion, wrecking the world without rocking it.

Every child, everywhere; in the whole world there was not one child who was not gravely, sweetly dancing.

Feeling is of the heart and nerves and the crudeness of its expression has nothing to do with its intensity.

No dream ever entirely disappears. Somewhere it troubles some unfortunate person and some day, when that person has been sufficiently troubled, it will be reproduced on the lot.

But whether he was happy or not was hard to say. Probably he was neither, just as a plant is neither.