The progress of an artist is a continual self-sacrifice, a continual extinction of personality.
Art is the escape from personality.
If you aren't in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?
The majority of mankind is lazyminded, incurious, absorbed in vanities, and tepid in emotion, and is therefore incapable of either much doubt or much faith.
I am no prophet-and here's no great matter.
He is haunted by a demon, a demon against which he feels powerless, because in its first manifestation it has no face, no name, nothing; and the words, the poem he makes, are a kind of exorcism of this demon.