... caprice is as ruinous as routine.

I was never allowed to read the popular American children's books of my day because, as my mother said, the children spoke bad English without the author's knowing it.

Art is on the side of the oppressed. Think before you shudder at the simplistic dictum and its heretical definition of the freedom of art. For if art is freedom of the spirit, how can it exist within the oppressors?

Society soon grows used to any state of things which is imposed upon it without explanation.

The visible world is a daily miracle for those who have eyes and ears; and I still warm hands thankfully at the old fire, though every year it is fed with the dry wood of more old memories.

They are all alike you know. They hold their tongues for years and you think you're safe, but when the opportunity comes they remember everything.

Silence may be as variously shaded as speech.