Art Depends Upon The Inexactitude Of Sight.

In Russia There Is An Emigration Of Intelligence: émigrés Cross The Frontier In Order To Read And To Write Good Books. But In Doing So They Contribute To Making Their Fatherland, Abandoned By Spirit, Into The Gaping Jaws Of Asia That Would Like To Swallow Our Little Europe.

Love Is A State In Which A Man Sees Things Most Decidedly As They Are Not.

A Thing Can Only Live Through A Pious Illusion.

In Intercourse With Scholars And Artists One Readily Makes Mistakes Of Opposite Kinds: In A Remarkable Scholar One Not Infrequently Finds A Mediocre Man; And Often, Even In A Mediocre Artist, One Finds A Very Remarkable Man.

Nihilism: Any Aim Is Lacking, Any Answer To The Question "why" Is Lacking. What Does Nihilism Mean?--that The Supreme Values Devaluate Themselves.