If I got rid of my demons, I’d lose my angels.

Snatching the eternal out of the desperately fleeting is the great magic trick of human existence.

We have to distrust each other. It is our only defense against betrayal.

The nervous system of any age or nation is its creative workers, its artists. And if that nervous system is profoundly disturbed by its environment, the work it produces will inescapably reflect the disturbances, sometimes obliquely and sometimes with violent directness.

I think that hate is a feeling that can only exist where there is no understanding.

The biggest of all differences in this world is between the ones that had or have pleasure in love and those that haven't and hadn't any pleasure in love, but just watched with sick envy.

Nobody knew my rose of the world but me... I had too much glory. They don't want glory like that in nobody's heart