You are the music while the music lasts.

Where is the Life we lost in living?

Because I know that time is always time and place is always place and only place. And what is actual is actual only for one time. And only for one place. I rejoice that things are as they are.

Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.

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

If you desire to drain to the dregs the fullest cup of scorn and hatred that a fellow human being can pour out for you, let a young mother hear you call dear baby 'it.'

A good deal of confusion could be avoided, if we refrained from setting before the group, what can be the aim only of the individual; and before society as a whole, what can be the aim only of the group.