What is art but a way of seeing?
I am a phoenix who runs after arsonists.
With one long breath, caught and held in his chest, he fought his sadness over his solitary life. Don't cry, you idiot! Live or die, but don't poison everything...
We mustn't forget how quickly the visions of genius become the canned goods of intellectuals.
You never have to change anything you got up in the middle of the night to write.
Readiness to answer all questions is the infallible sign of stupidity.
I'm glad I haven't lived in vain.
Take our politicians: they're a bunch of yo-yos. The presidency is now a cross between a popularity contest and a high school debate, with an encyclopedia of clichÃƒ©s the first prize.
In an age of madness, to expect to be untouched by madness is a form of madness. But the pursuit of sanity can be a form of madness, too
If I had a child of school age, I would send him to one of the Waldorf Schools.
A plan relieves you of the torment of choice.
All human accomplishment has this same origin, identically. Imagination is a force of nature. Is this not enough to make a person full of ecstasy? Imagination, imagination, imagination! It converts to actual. It sustains, it alters, it redeems!
Losing a parent is something like driving through a plate-glass window. You didn't know it was there until it shattered, and then for years to come you're picking up the pieces - down to the last glassy splinter.
In an age of enormities, the emotions are naturally weakened. We are continually called upon to have feelings - about genocide, for instance, or about famine or the blowing up of passenger planes - and we are all aware that we are incapable of reacting appropriately. A guilty consciousness of emotional inadequacy or impotence makes people doubt their own human weight.
Strict seriousness was far more dangerous than any joke.
Whoever wants to reach a distant goal must take small steps.
Towards the end of your life you have something like a pain schedule to fill out-a long schedule like a federal document, only it's your pain schedule. Endless categories. First, physical causes-like arthritis, gallstones, menstrual cramps. New category, injured vanity, betrayal, swindle, injustice. But the hardest items of all have to do with love. The question then is: So why does everybody persist? If love cuts them up so much....
When we ask for advice, we are usually looking for an accomplice.
Human character is smaller now, people don't have durable passions; they've replaced passions with excitement.
You can spend the entire second half of your life recovering from the mistakes of the first half.
A man is only as good as what he loves.
Everybody needs his memories. They keep the wolf of insignificance from the door.
A great deal of intelligence can be invested in ignorance when the need for illusion is deep.
(Socrates) said there were only two possibilities. Either the soul is immortal or, after death, things would be again as blank as they were before we were born.
The life of every citizen is becoming a business. This, it seems to me, is one of the worst interpretations of the meaning of human life history has ever seen. Man's life is not a business.
There is much to be said for exotic marriages. If your husband is a bore, it takes years longer to discover.
A man must have limits and cannot give in to the wild desires to be everything and everyone and everything to everyone.
Erotic practices have become diversified. Sex used to be a single-crop farming, like cotton or wheat; now people raise all kinds of things.
Goodness is achieved not in a vacuum, but in the company of other men, attended by love.
A writer is in the broadest sense a spokesman of his community. Through him that community comes to know its heart. Without such knowledge, how long can it survive?
We are funny creatures. We don't see the stars as they are, so why do we love them? They are not small gold objects, but endless fire.
Art has to do with the arrest of attention in the midst of distraction.
In the greatest confusion there is still an open channel to the soul. It may be difficult to find because by midlife it is overgrown, and some of the wildest thickets that surround it grow out of what we describe as our education. But the channel is always there, and it is our business to keep it open, to have access to the deepest part of ourselves.
The late philosopher Morris R. Cohen of CCNY was asked by a student in the metaphysics course, Professor Cohen, how do I know that I exist? The keen old prof replied, And who is asking?
A fool can throw a stone in a pond that 100 wise men can not get out.
We are always looking for the book it is necessary to read next.
Associate with the noblest people you can find; read the best books; live with the mighty; but learn to be happy alone.
The stillness in art characterizes prayer, and the eye of the storm.
People don't realize how much they are in the grip of ideas. We live among ideas much more than we live in nature.
I blame myself for not often enough seeing the extraordinary in the ordinary. Somewhere in his journals, Dostoyevky remarks that a writer can begin anywhere, at the most commonplace thing, scratch around in it long enough, pry and dig away long enough, and lo!, soon he will hit upon the marvelous.