To love something as an artist ... means to be shaken not by its ultimate value or lack of value, but by a side of it that suddenly opens up. Where art has value it shows things that few have seen. It's conquering, not pacifying.

[...] a number of flawed individuals can often add up to a brilliant social unit.

The difference between a healthy person and one who is mentally ill is the fact that the healthy one has all the mentall illnesses, and the mentally ill person has only one.

We do not have too much intellect and too little soul, but too little intellect in matters of the soul.

For only fools, fanatics, and mental cases can stand living at the highest pitch of soul; a sane person must be content with declaring that life would not be worth living without a spark of that mysterious fire.

If there is a sense of reality, there must also be a sense of possibility.

One must conform to the baseness of an age or become neurotic.