I do believe in this evolution of consciousness as the only thing which we can embark on, or in fact, willy-nilly, are embarked on; and along with that will go the spiritual discoveries and, I feel, the inexhaustible wonder that one feels, that opens more and more the more you know. It's simply that this increasing knowledge constantly enlarges your kingdom and the capacity for admiring and loving the universe.

I really don't know enough about the structure of fiction.

I think there's an enormous lot of talent around, and somewhere amongst these I'm sure that something will emerge, given time.

I'm not in the least Southern; I'm entirely New England.

I think we've come to a kind of splinter period in poetry. These tiny little bright fragments of observation - and not produced under sufficient pressure - some of it's very skillful, but I don't think there's anywhere a discernible major poet in the process of emerging; or if he is, I ain't seen him.

[At a musical concert:] . . . the music's pure algebra of enchantment.

He whose first emotion, on the view of an excellent work, is to undervalue or depreciate it, will never have one of his own to show.