“Art does not simply reveal God: it is one of the ways in which God reveals, and thus actualizes, himself.”

World history is a court of judgment.

It is solely by risking life that freedom is obtained.

The owl of Minerva begins its flight only with the coming of the dusk.

Devotion – a state of mind in which it refuses to occupy itself any longer with the limited and particular.

Thinking is, indeed, essentially the negation of that which is before us.

Art is the sensuous presentation of ideas.

History is not the soil in which happiness grows. The periods of happiness in it are the blank pages of history.

History teaches us that man learns nothing from history.

Everything turns on grasping and expressing the True, not only as Substance, but equally as Subject.

Nothing great in the world was accomplished without passion.

Commending myself to your kind memories, I wish you pleasant holidays.

We may affirm absolutely that nothing great in the world has been accomplished without passion.

Education in its early stages always begins with fault-finding, but when it is complete, it sees the positive element in everything.

Genuine tragedies in the world are not conflicts between right and wrong. They are conflicts between two rights.

The very fact that something is determined as a limitation implies that the limitation is already transcended.

No man is a hero to his valet. This is not because the hero is not a hero, but because the valet is a valet.

Silence is one of the great arts of conversation.

Art is the sensuous presentation of ideas.

The art of concentration is a continual letting go. We let go of what is inessential or distracting. We let go of a thought or a feeling, not because we are afraid of it or because we can’t bear to acknowledge it as a part of our experience; but, because it is UNNECESSARY.

A record deal doesn’t make you an artist; you make yourself an artist

The very thought of you has my legs spread apart like an easel with a canvas begging for art.

It is perilous to study too deeply the arts of the Enemy, for good or for ill.

Love would never be a promise of a rose garden unless it is showered with a light of faith, water of sincerity, and an art of passion.

We are not just Art for Michelangelo to carve, he can’t rewrite the agro of my furied heart.