Art is the objectification of feeling, and the subjectification of nature.

As comedy presents the vital rhythm of self-preservation, tragedy exhibits that of self-consummation.

If a work of art is a projection of feeling, its kinship with organic nature will emerge, no matter through how many transformations, logically and inevitably.

Language is, without a doubt, the most momentous and at the same time the most mysterious product of the human mind.

... the image of feeling created by artists, in every kind of art -- plastic, musical, poetic, balletic -- serves to hold the reality itself for our labile and volatile memory, as a touchstone to test the scope of our intellectual constructions.

The seeds of civilization are in every culture, but it is city life that brings them to fruition.

In human life, art may arise from almost any activity, and once it does so, it is launched on a long road of exploration, invention, freedom to the limits of extravagance, interference to the point of frustration, finally discipline, controlling constant change and growth.