Example moves the world more than doctrine.
“Let me be, was all I wanted. Be what I am, no matter how I am.”
An artist is always alone – if he is an artist. No, what the artist needs is loneliness.
“Everyday we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heartache when we read the lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots which we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth and beauty. Everyman, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths.”