Life is a public performance on the violin, in which you must learn the instrument as you go along.

Those who search for truth are too conscious of the maze to be hard on others...

The work of art assumes the existence of the perfect spectator, and is indifferent to the fact that no such person exists.

Like all her friends, I miss her greatly...But...I am sure there is no case for lamentation...Virginia Woolf got through an immense amount of work, she gave acute pleasure in new ways, she pushed the light of the English language a little further against darkness. Those are facts.

Mistrust all enterprises that require new clothes.

Human beings have their great chance in the novel.

My conviction gains infinitely the moment another soul will believe in it.