We Ever Long For Visions Of Beauty,

To Speak The Truth Is The Most Difficult Of All Arts, For In Its "pure" Form, Not Connected With The Interests Of Individuals, Groups, Classes, Or Nations, Truth Is Almost Completely Unsuitable For Use By The Philistine And Is Unacceptable To Him.

Writers Build Castles In The Air, The Reader Lives Inside, And The Publisher Inns The Rent.

The Intelligentsia ...was Kept Busy Embroidering White Stitches On The Philosophical And Ecclesiastical Vestments Of The Bourgeoisie - That Old And Filthy Fabric Besmeared With The Blood Of Toiling Masses.

When One Loves Somebody, Everything Is Clear - Where To Go, What To Do - It All Takes Care Of Itself And One Doesn't Have To Ask Anybody About Anything.

An Artist Is A Man Who Digests His Own Subjective Impressions And Knows How To Find A General Objective Meaning In Them, And How To Express Them In A Convincing Form.