What Is True, Is True Only For

Music Heard So Deeply That It Is Not Heard At All, But You Are The Music While The Music Lasts.

We Know Too Much, And Are Convinced Of Too Little. Our Literature Is A Substitute For Religion, And So Is Our Religion.

...the Still Point In A Turning World.

The More Perfect The Artist, The More Completely Separate In Him Will Be The Man Who Suffers And The Mind Which Creates.

Art Never Improves, But... The Material Of Art Is Never Quite The Same.