You made me confess the fears that I have. But I will tell you also what I do not fear. I do not fear to be alone or to be spurned for another or to leave whatever I have to leave. And I am not afraid to make a mistake, even a great mistake, a lifelong mistake, and perhaps as long as eternity too.
When the soul of a man is born in this country there are nets flung at it to hold it back from flight. You talk to me of nationality, language, religion. I shall try to fly by those nets.
Welcome, O life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.
We are an unfortunate priestridden race and always were and always will be till the end of the chapter… A priestridden Godforsaken race!
We are an unfortunate priest-ridden race and always were and always will be till the end of the chapter.
To discover the mode of life or of art whereby your spirit could express itself in unfettered freedom.
The object of the artist is the creation of the beautiful. What the beautiful is is another question.