Art attracts us only by what it reveals of our most secret self.

The art of progress is to preserve order amid change and to preserve change amid order.

Art flourishes where there is a sense of adventure.

There is a self-satisfied dogmatism with which mankind at each period of its history cherishes the delusion of the finality of existing modes of knowledge.

Civilizations can only be understood by those who are civilized.

No period of history has ever been great or ever can be that does not act on some sort of high, idealistic motives, and idealism in our time has been shoved aside, and we are paying the penalty for it.