I am certainly an ought and not a must.

Neanderthal man listened to stories, if one may judge by the shape of his skull. The primitive audience was an audience of shock-heads, gaping around the camp-fire, fatigued with contending against the mammoth or wooly-rhinoceros, and only kept awake by suspense. What would happen next? The novelist droned on, and as soon as the audience guessed what happened next, they either fell asleep or killed him.

Aziz winked at him slowly and said: “...There are many ways of being a man; mine is to express what is deepest in my heart.

It isn't possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.

They had nothing in common but the English language.

The sadness of the incomplete, the sadness that is often Life, but should never be Art.

Think before you speak is criticism's motto; speak before you think, creation's.