The day was so delightful that I wished one could live slowly as one can play music slowly.

Bad art is maintained by the neurotic, who is deadly afraid of authentic art because it inspires him to go on living, and he is terrified of life.

The childhood of the individual and the race is full of fears, and panic-stricken attempts to avert what is feared by placating the gods with painful sacrifices.

For the sake of my country, and perhaps a little for the sake of my soul, I have given up the deep peace of being in opposition.

No great thing happens suddenly.

I cannot see that art is anything less than a way of making joys perpetual.

To make laws is a human instinct that arises as soon as food and shelter have been ensured, among all peoples, everywhere.