We inhabit a language rather than a country.
Appetite is essentially insatiable, and where it operates as a criterion of both action and enjoyment (that is, everywhere in the Western world since the sixteenth century) it will infallibly discover congenial agencies (mechanical and political) of expression.
Each concession we make is accompanied by an inner diminution of which we are not immediately conscious.
Negation is the mind’s first freedom, yet a negative habit is fruitful only so long as we exert ourselves to overcome it, adapt it to our needs; once acquired it can imprison us.
Politics will eventually be replaced by imagery. The politician will be only too happy to abdicate in favor of his image, because the image will be much more powerful than he could ever be.
What surrounds us we endure better for giving it a name – and moving on.
Where the whole man is involved there is no work. Work begins with the division of labor.
All my life I have lived and behaved very much like the sandpiper – just running down the edges of different countries and continents, ‘looking for something’.
The mark of our time is its revulsion against imposed patterns.
Great art speaks a language which every intelligent person can understand. The people who call themselves modernists today speak a different language.