Nothingis so ungrateful as a rising generation; yet, if there is any faintest glimmer of light ahead of us in the present, itwas kindled by the intellectual fires that burned long before us.
To teach one's self is to be forced to learn twice.
For me, the novel is experience illumined by imagination.
There is no state of satisfaction, because to himself no man is a success.
What happens is not as important as how you react to what happens.
Doesn't all experience crumble in the end to mere literary material?