There is no such thing as liberty. You only change one sort of domination for another. All we can do is to choose our master.

Far back, far back in our dark soul the horse prances.

Man has little needs and deeper needs. We have fallen into the mistake of living from our little needs till we have almost lost our deeper needs in a sort of madness.

Another head - and a black alpaca jacket and a serviette this time - to tell us coffee is ready. Not before it is time, too.

America exhausts the springs of one's soul - I suppose that's what it exists for. It lives to see all real spontaneity expire. But anyhow it doesn't grind on an old nerve as Europe seems to.

An artist is only an ordinary man with a greater potentiality.

Literary criticism can be no more than a reasoned account of the feeling produced upon the critic by the book he is criticising.