I never give answers. I lead on from one question to another. That is my leadership.

What is Art? It is the response of man's creative soul to the call of the Real.

I am restless. I am athirst for faraway things. My soul goes out in a longing to touch the skirt of the dim distance. O Great Beyond, O the keen call of thy flute! I forget, I ever forget, that I have no wings to fly, that I am bound in this spot evermore.

One who has never known the turbulence of life, in whom the petals of the mysterious flower within have never opened; such a one may seem happy, may seem a saint, his single track mind may impress the multitude with its power - but he is ill equipped for life's true adventure into the infinite.

Those who in this world have the courage to try and solve in their own lives new problems of life, are the ones who raise society to greatness.

The song I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument. The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set; only there is the agony of wishing in my heart . . .

We sit inert, like dead specimens of some museum, while lessons are pelted at us from on high, like hailstones on flowers.