Thetorment of human frustration, whatever its immediate cause,is the knowledge that the self is in prison, its vital force and ‘mangledmind’ leaking away in lonely, wasteful self-conflict.
An artist is only a very small part of the universe and should receive no more attention than any other thing on earth which provides us with beauty, happiness and plenty
The means by which we live have outdistanced the ends forwhich we live. Our scientific power has outrun our spiritual power. We haveguided missiles and misguided men.
