What is this self-inside us, this silent observer, severe and speechless critic, who can terrorize us, and urge us onto futile activity, and in the end, judge us still more severely for the errors into which his own reproaches drove us?

Those who say they give the public what it wants begin by underestimating public taste and end by debauching it.

Past art is subject to change.

For last year's words belong to last year's language And next year's words await another voice.

In our rhythm of earthly life we tire of light. We are glad when the day ends, when the play ends; and ecstasy is too much pain.

The past and future / Are conquered, and reconciled.

Never commit yourself to a cheese without having first examined it.