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.

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

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.

Let him ride a horse. He's a cowboy ain't he?

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

Only those who still have hope can benefit from tears. When they finish, they feel better. But to those without hope, whose anguish is basic and permanent, no good comes from crying. Nothing changes for them. They usually know this, but still can’t help crying.