Something was dead in each of us, and what was dead was hope

I don't recognize you - I've changed a lot.

I have grown tired of the articulate utterances of men and things. The Mystical in Art, the Mystical in Life, the Mystical in Nature this is what I am looking for. It is absolutely necessary for me to find it somewhere.

Death and vulgarity are the only two facts in the nineteenth century that one cannot explain away.

The past is of no importance. The present is of no importance. It is with the future that we have to deal. For the past is what man should not have been. The present is what man ought not to be. The future is what artists are.

Morality, like art, means drawing a line someplace.

Musical people always want one to be perfectly dumb at the very moment when one is longing to be perfectly deaf.