An artist is only an ordinary man with a greater potentiality.

Every man has a mob self and an individual self, in varying proportions.

Now man cannot live without some vision of himself. But still less can he live with a vision that is not true to his inner experience and inner feeling.

An artist is only an ordinary man with a greater potentiality--same stuff, same make up, only more force. And the strong driving force usually finds his weak spot, and he goes cranked, or goes under.

For God’s sake, let us be men not monkeys minding machines or sitting with our tails curled while the machine amuses us, the radio or film or gramophone. Monkeys with a bland grin on our faces.

I am convinced that the air we normally breathe is a kind of water, and men and women are a species of fish.

Only the desert has a fascination--to ride alone--in the sun in the forever unpossessed country--away from man. That is a great temptation.

Man is a thought-adventurer.

How beastly the bourgeois is especially the male of the species