I used to think I had no will to power. Now I perceive that I vented it on thoughts, rather than people. Conquering an unknown province of knowledge. Getting the better of a problem. Forcing ideas to associate or come apart. Bullying recalcitrant words to assume a certain pattern. All the fun of being a dictator without any risks and responsibilities.

An unexciting truth may be eclipsed by a thrilling lie.

Like every other good thing in this world, leisure and culture have to be paid for. Fortunately, however, it is not the leisured and the cultured who have to pay.

It's a little embarrassing that after 45 years of research & study, the best advice I can give people is to be a little kinder to each other.

There are so many intellectual and moral angels battling for rationalism, good citizenship, and pure spirituality; so many and such eminent ones, so very vocal and authoritative! The poor devil in man needs all the support and advocacy he can get. The artist is his natural champion. When an artist deserts to the side of the angels, it is the most odious of treasons.

These are the sort of things people ought to look at. Things without pretensions, satisfied to be merely themselves.

The creation by word-power of something out of nothing--what is that but magic? And, may I add, what is that but literature?