The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe.

You don’t make art out of good intentions.

The public wants work which flatters its illusions.

You must not think that feeling is everything. . . . Art is nothing without form.

If there is on earth, and among all these things of nothing, a belief worthy of adoration, if there is anything holy, pure and sublime, anything answering that immoderate desire for the infinite and the vague that we call the soul, it is art.

Writing is a dog’s life, but the only one worth living.