Common sense is the knack of seeing things as they are and doing things as they ought to be done.
The most exhausting thing you can do is to be inauthentic.
The first hope of a painter who feels hopeful about painting is the hope that the painting will move, that it will live outside its frame.
We have art so that we shall not die of reality.
Human speech is a cracked cauldron on which we knock out tunes for dancing bears, when we wish to conjure pity from the stars.
Who is rich? He who is content. Who is that? Nobody.
Paranoia is a finer scale of reality.
For every prohibition you create you also create an underground.