Barbarism is the absence of standards to which appeal can be made.
When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music. Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings together in unison?
An idea is a putting truth in check-mate.
The most pitiful among men is he who turns his dreams into silver and gold.
Abasement, degradation is simply the manner of life of the man who has refused to be what it is his duty to be.
Being an artist means ceasing to take seriously that very serious person we are when we are not an artist.
What is this world that is hastening me toward I know not what, viewing me with contempt?
The obvious is that which is never seen until someone expresses it simply.
You have your ideology and I have mine.
Say not, ‘I have found the truth,’ but rather, ‘I have found a truth.’