We cannot be more sensitive to pleasure without being more sensitive to pain.
On me the tempest falls. It does not make me tremble. O holy Mother Earth, O air and sun, behold me. I am wronged.
Oh me, I have been struck a mortal blow right inside.
He had not remembered her name, but he had seen her dance — had been carried away and fascinated by the supreme art that can make you forget art.
Running away from fear is fear; fighting pain is pain; trying to be brave is being scared. If the mind is in pain, the mind is pain. The thinker has no other form than his thought.
We have exiled beauty; the Greeks took up arms for her.
Like great works, deep feelings always mean more than they are conscious of saying.
If the world were clear, art would not exist.
Ironic philosophies produce passionate works. Any thought that abandons unity glorifies diversity! And diversity is the home of art. The only thought to liberate the mind is that which leaves it alone, certain of its limits and of its impending end. No doctrine tempts it. It awaits the ripening of the work and of life.