A copy of the universe is not what is required of art; one of the damned things is ample.

There is no logical reason why the camel of great art should pass through the needle of mob intelligence.

If I were to join a circle of any kind, it would be one that required its members to try something new at least once a month. The new thing could be inconsequential: steak for breakfast, frog hunting, walking on stilts . . . anything not ordinarily done.

A strong hatred is the best lamp to bear in our hands as we go over the dark places of life, cutting away the dead things men tell us to revere.

The universe is not required to be in perfect harmony with human ambition.

Love isn't an emotion or an instinct--it's an art.