Doesn't all experience crumble in the end to mere literary material?

Preserve, within a wild sanctuary, an inaccessible valley of reverie.

There is no support so strong as the strength that enables one to stand alone.

Though it sounds absurd, it is true to say I felt younger at sixty than I felt at twenty.

I hated the things they believe in, the things they so innocently and charmingly pretended. I hated the sanctimonious piety that let people hurt helpless creatures. I hated the prayers and the hymns - the fountains and the red images that coloured their drab music, the fountains filled with blood, the sacrifice of the lamb.

[Reformers] might be classified as a distinct species having eyes in the back of their heads.

Although the primitive in art may be both interesting and impressive, as portrayed in American fiction it is conspicuous for dullness alone. Drab persons living drab lives, observed by drab minds and reported in drab writing.