. . . the right to free expression is something one seizes, not something one is given. . . . if it does exist, it exists to be used against the established order. . . . There is absolute opposition between the artist and the state.
With subtle and finely-wrought temperaments it is always so. Their strong passions must either bruise or bend. They either slay the man, or themselves die. Shallow sorrows and shallow loves live on. The loves and the sorrows that are great are destroyed by their own plenitude.