It is a device of mine never to grudge trouble in the pursuit of what seems to me really good and never to grudge payment for it afterwards.

I cannot help thinking that the death of the young is not in the plan of our being, and that we are ourselves greatly responsible for it. Indeed I believe we are at the beginning only of the art of living.

I wish, by the way, that I knew who separated Time from eternity there seems only one thing to me, and I always feel that I am in eternity.

We must pay for the wine we have drunk.

This seclusion of the artist with his work, sometimes misconceived as a selfish thing, is in truth as needful a tool as any, if a vision is to be made clear to others. And all the men I have known do creative work obtained it either mechanically, by the walls of a workroom, or by that withdrawal into themselves which is part of their power.