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.

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.

Like a dead man, only friction could make him warm or violence make him mobile.

He read it for the same reason an animal tears at a wounded foot: to hurt the pain.

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

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.

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