When the Stranger says: "What is the meaning of this city? Do you huddle close together because you love each other?" What will you answer? "We all dwell together To make money from each other"? or "This is a community"? Oh my soul, be prepared for the coming of the Stranger. Be prepared for him who knows how to ask questions.

He laughed like an irresponsible foetus.

There is no feeling, except the extremes of fear and grief, that does not find relief in music.

Paint me the bold anfractuous rocks Faced by the snarled and yelping seas.

And indeed there will be time for the yellow smoke that slides along the street rubbing its back upon the window-panes; there will be time , there will be time to prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; there will be time to murder and create, and time for all the works and days of hands that lift and drop a question on your plate; time for you and time for me, and time yet for a hundred indecisions, and for a hundred visions and revisions, before the taking of toast and tea.

What we know of other people's only our memory of the moments during which we knew them.

The role of art is not to express the personality but to overcome it.