Self-forgetfulness in creativity can lead to self-transcendence.

It's just as possible to live to the full in a narrow corner as it is in bigness.

What can be heavier than wealth than freedom?

There's no such thing beneath the heavens as conditions favorable to art. Art must crash through or perish.

Off fall the wife, the mother, the lover, the teacher, and the violent artist takes over. I am I alone. I belong to no one but myself. I mate with no one but the spirit. I own no land, have no kin, no friend or enemy. I have no road but this one.

I never forgive attacks on my work.

Not just part of us becomes a teacher. It engages the whole self - the woman or man, wife or husband, mother or father, the lover, scholar or artist in you as well as the teacher earning money.