Industry without art is brutality.

The artist is not a special kind of man, but every man is a special kind of artist.

Myth embodies the nearest approach to absolute truth that can be stated in words.

From one point of view becoming is a humiliation, and from another a royal procession.

All that is best for us comes of itself into our hands-but if we strive to overtake it, it perpetually eludes us.

It is only when the maker of things is a maker of things by vocation, and not merely holding down a job, that the price of things is approximate to their real value. . . .

Man's activity consists in either a making or doing. Both of these aspects of the active life depend for their correction upon the contemplative life (that is, the Hero).

It is the natural instinct of a child to work from within outwards; "First I think, and then I draw my think." What wasted efforts we make to teach the child to stop thinking, and only to observe!

Becoming is not a contradiction of being but the epiphany of being.

We have come to think of art and work as incompatible, or at least independent categories and have for the first time in history created an industry without art.

Beauty is the attractive power of perfection.

I admire how she protects her energy and understands her limitations.

Genius involves both envy and calumny.

I'm already suspicious of anyone who thinks he or she is smart enough to be president. You'd have to have some ego to believe that about yourself.

Poverty, Poetry, and new Titles of Honor, make Men ridiculous

The price of freedom is the probability of crime. The price of protection is the probability of slavery.

All my big heroes are literary, writers.

All these young millionaires were anarchists, of course: when a man possesses everything it is the supreme luxury for him to deny society: for in that way he can evade his responsibilities

I'm a black lady from the Lower East Side of New York. Not a lot intimidates me.

You still have that competitive thing where you want to try to make hits. That won't go away, unless the mayor of show business says my time's up.

A speckled cat and a tame hare Eat at my hearthstone And sleep there; And both look up to me alone For learning and defence As I look up to Providence.