An artist will betray himself by some sort of sincerity.

According to most philosophers, God in making the world enslaved it. According to Christianity, in making it, He set it free. God had written, not so much a poem, but rather a play; a play he had planned as perfect, but which had necessarily been left to human actors and stage-managers, who had since made a great mess of it.

Men do not differ much about what things they will call evils; they differ enormously about what evils they will call excusable.

Every act of will is an act of self-limitation. To desire action is to desire limitation. In that sense, every act is an act of self-sacrifice. When you choose anything, you reject everything else.

The artist himself may not think he is religious, but if he is sincere his sincerity in itself is religion.

Enthusiasm is the genius of sincerity and truth accomplishes no victories without it.