I know the heart of life is good.
Next to occupation is the building up of good taste. That is difficult, slow work. Few achieve it. It means all the difference in the world in the end.
The object of art is not to make salable pictures. It is to save yourself.
I think the whole glory of writing lies in the fact that it forces us out of ourselves and into the lives of others.
The lives of people are like young trees in a forest. They are being choked by climbing vines. The vines are old thoughts and beliefs planted by dead men.
The life of reality is confused, disorderly, almost always without apparent purpose, whereas in the artist's imaginative life there is purpose. There is determination to give the tale, the song, the painting, form -- to make it true and real to the theme, not to life.
If I can write everything out plainly, perhaps I will myself understand better what has happened.
I do my laundry on a weekly basis.
God cannot be realized through intellect.
To find equality for mankind, we must first remove the barriers that have divided us for so long.
The incapacity to name is a good symptom of disturbance.