America is a hurricane, and the only people who do not hear the sound are those fortunate if incredibly stupid and smug White Protestants who live in the center, in the serene eye of the big wind.
In America few people will trust you unless you are irreverent.
The final purpose of art is to intensify, even, if necessary, to exacerbate, the moral consciousness of people.
I am convinced the most unfortunate people are those who would make an art of love. It sours other effort. Of all artists, they are certainly the most wretched.
He had a personality that was hopeless. He had a profound distrust of people's possibilities, and it came out in his personality.. There was an almost indecent pleasure he took in being sentimental about all the worst things.