without fiction, either life would be insufficient or the winds from the north would blow too cold.

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

Nobody can be kinder than the narcissist while you react to life in his own terms.

But complex people are never certain that they are not crooks, never certain their passports are quite in order, and are, therefore, unnerved by the slightest thing.

... artists were intended to be an ornament to society. As a society in themselves they are unthinkable.

The child lives in the book; but just as much the book lives in the child.

Two things are terrible in childhood: helplessness (being in other people's power) and apprehension - the apprehension that something is being concealed from us because it is too bad to be told.