Hope is a slow business.

I think the mystery of art lies in this, that artists’ relationship is essentially with their work — not with power, not with profit, not with themselves, not even with their audience.

If civilization has an opposite, it is war.

Happiness is based on a just discrimination of what is necessary, what is neither necessary nor destructive, and what is destructive. In the middle category, however - that of the unnecessary but undestructive, that of comfort, luxury, exuberance, etc

My imagination makes me human and makes me a fool; it gives me all the world, and exiles me from it.

The machine conceals the machinations.

Paradise is for those who make paradise.