No artist produces great art by a deliberate attempt to express his own personality.

Artistic inevitability lies in the complete adequacy of the external to the emotion.

Death has a hundred hands and walks by a thousand ways.

To country people Cows are mild, And flee from any stick they throw; But I’m a timid town bred child, And all the cattle seem to know.

We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.

Ambition fortifies the will of man to become ruler over other men: it operates with deception, cajolery, and violence, it is the action of impurity upon impurity.

Accident is design / And design is accident / In a cloud of unknowing.