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

If we all were judged according to the consequences Of all our words and deeds, beyond the intention And beyond our limited understanding Of ourselves and others, we should all be condemned.

I gotta use words to talk to you.

If one has to earn a living, therefore, the safest occupation is that most remote from the arts.

Knowledge is invariably a matter of degree: you cannot put your finger upon even the simplest datum and say this we know.

The progress of an artist is a continual self-sacrifice, a continual extinction of personality.

All time is unreedemable.