Spoilt pleasure is a sad, unseemly thing; you can only bury it.

Silences can be as different as sounds.

Temperamentally, the writer exists on happenings, on contacts, conflicts, action and reaction, speed, pressure, tension. Were he acontemplative purely, he would not write.

Illusions are art, for the feeling person, and it is by art that we live, if we do.

... it appears to me that problems, inherent in any writing, loom unduly large when one looks ahead. Though nothing is easy, little is quite impossible.

Education is not so important as people think.

Forgiveness should be an act, but this is a state with him.