The true function of a writer is to produce a masterpiece and no other task is of any consequence.

Hate is crystallized fear, fear's dividend, fear objectivized. We hate what we fear and so where hate is, fear will be lurking.

There is immunity in reading, immunity in formal society, in office routine, in the company of old friends and in the giving of officious help to strangers, but there is no sanctuary in one bed from the memory of another. The past with its anguish will break through every defense-line of custom and habit; we must sleep and therefore we must dream.

Literature is the art of writing something that will be read twice; journalism what will be grasped at once.

The river of truth is always splitting up into arms that reunite. Islanded between them, the inhabitants argue for a lifetime as to which is the mainstream.

The friendships which last are those wherein each friend respects the other's dignity to the point of not really wanting anything from him.

We love but once, for once only are we perfectly equipped for loving.