Comedy is an escape, not from truth but from despair; a narrow escape into faith.

How nature loves the incomplete. She knows If she drew a conclusion it would finish her.

An artist's sensitivity to criticism is, at least in part, an effort to keep unimpaired the zest, or confidence, or arrogance, which he needs to make creation possible; or an instinct to climb through his problems in his own way as he should, and must.

Equality is a mortuary word.

Between our birth and death we may touch understanding, As a moth brushes a window with its wing

The dark is light enough.

Poetry is a language in which man explores his own amazement.