In old days books were written by men of letters and read by the public. Nowadays books are written by the public and read by nobody.

Things are because we see them, and what we see, and how we see it, depends on the Arts that influenced us. To look at a thing is very different from seeing a thing. One does not see anything until one sees its beauty. Then, and then only, does it comes into existence.

We live, I regret to say, in an age of Big Data hype.

Even now I cannot help feeling that it is a mistake to think that the passion one feels in creation is ever really shown in the work one creates.

All art is immortal. For emotion for the sake of emotion is the aim of art, and emotion for the sake of action is the aim of life.

Life has been your art. You have set yourself to music. Your days are your sonnets.

Selfishness is not living your life as you wish to live it. Selfishness is wanting others to live their lives as you wish them to.