One does what one is; one becomes what one does.

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

What is the use of good painting? We want a spell cast upon the optical part of our existence! We seldom really see the world, but when we do, we become as still as a picture.

The thought came to me that all one loves in art becomes beautiful. Beauty is nothing but the expression of the fact that something is being loved. Only thus could she be defined.

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

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

... all professional ideologies are high-minded. Hunters, for instance, would not dream of calling themselves the butchers of the woods.