The job of the critic is to report to us his moods.

I don't want to earn a living. I want to live.

What of Art? -It is a malady. --Love? -An Illusion. --Religion? -The fashionable substitute for Belief. --You are a sceptic. -Never! Scepticism is the beginning of Faith. --What are you? -To define is to limit.

I do not approve of anything which tampers with natural ignorance

The artist is the creator of beautiful things. To reveal art and conceal the artist is art's aim.

In war, the strong make slaves of the weak, and in peace the rich makes slaves of the poor.

I can resist anything but the temptation to make a clever witticism.