Works of art, in my opinion, are the only objects in the material universe to possess internal order, and that is why, though I don't believe that only art matters, I do believe in Art for Art's sake.

The sadness of the incomplete, the sadness that is often Life, but should never be Art.

History develops, art stands still.

Nonsense and beauty have close connections.

Unless we remember we cannot understand.

We are willing enough to praise freedom when she is safely tucked away in the past and cannot be a nuisance. In the present, amidst dangers whose outcome we cannot foresee, we get nervous about her, and admit censorship.