... the novel, as a living force, if not as a work of art, owes an incalculable debt to what we call, mistakenly, the new psychology, to Freud, in his earlier interpretations, and more truly, I think, to Jung.

... the novel, as a living force, if not as a work of art, owes an incalculable debt to what we call, mistakenly, the new psychology, to Freud, in his earlier interpretations, and more truly, I think, to Jung.

irony is an indispensable ingredient of the critical vision; it is the safest antidote to sentimental decay.

You look as if you had lived on duty and it hadn't agreed with you.

Nobody, not even the old, not even the despairing, wished to come to an end in time or in eternity.

There is a terrible loneliness in the spring.

America has enjoyed the doubtful blessing of a single-track mind.