God spoke to you by so many voices but you would not hear.

He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.

The object of the artist is the creation of the beautiful. What the beautiful is is another question.

Welcome, O life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.

To discover the mode of life or of art whereby my spirit could express itself in unfettered freedom.

He thought that he was sick in his heart if you could be sick in that place.

By thinking of things you could understand them.

What was after the universe?Nothing. But was there anything round the universe to show where it stopped before the nothing place began?

You don't scale a mountain with your mouth, but with your feet.

Bit naïve, isn’t it? So much for the Age of Enlightenment.”“I grew up believing in dragons, ” du Bois pointed out.

He swift don't win the race. It goes to the worthy, who can divide the word of truth.

If you've done what you intended and if nobody tampered with it, then it's yours. And if people don't like it, then they just don't agree with you on that subject matter, and that's life.

Wherever it goes is my best position. Wherever it goes I am comfortable.

If you do a great job in one thing, people look at you that way and it's hard to break out of that.

I really like older writers, perhaps because they take me out of my element. I don't have a great deal of interest in reading a fictionalized present as it's pretty insane as it is.

With a cheery delicacy she divided my obsessions into three categories: acceptable, unacceptable, and hilarious.

The film director, in many instances, has to swallow somebody else's decision about the final form of something. It's so hard as to be intolerable.

A system is a network of interdependent components that work together to try to accomplish the aim of the system. A system must have an aim. Without the aim, there is no system.