Why has mankind had such a craving to be imposed upon? Why this lust after imposing creeds, imposing deeds, imposing buildings, imposing language, imposing works of art? The thing becomes an imposition and a weariness at last. Give us things that are alive and flexible, which won't last too long and become an obstruction and a weariness. Even Michelangelo becomes at last a lump and a burden and a bore. It is so hard to see past him.

Men are freest when they are most unconscious of freedom. The shout is a rattling of chains, always was.

The great virtue in life is real courage that knows how to face facts and live beyond them.

Men are free when they are obeying some deep, inward voice of religious belief. Obeying from within. Men are free when they belong to a living, organic, believing community, active in fulfilling some unfulfilled, perhaps unrealized purpose. Not when they are escaping to some wild west. The most unfree souls go west, and shout of freedom.

It's autumn and everybody feels like a disembodied spirit then.

If it be not true to me, What care I how true it be.. Though it be not true to thee, It's gay and gospel truth to me.

Never trust the artist. Trust the tale. The proper function of the critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it.