When the whole world is running headlong towards the precipice, one who walks in the opposite direction is looked at as being crazy.

Talent imitates, but genius steals.

Where is the Life we lost in living?

Art serves us best precisely at that point where it can shift our sense of what is possible, when we know more than we knew before, when we feel we have - by some manner of a leap - encountered the truth. That, by the logic of art, is always worth the pain.

Our difficulties of the moment must always be dealt with somehow, but our permanent difficulties are difficulties of every moment.

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.

The Church must be forever building, for it is forever decaying within and attacked from without.