One cannot lay a foundation by scattering stones, nor is a reputation for good work to be got by strewing volumes about the world.

... 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.

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

It is only in the heart that anything really happens.

Mediocrity would always win by force of numbers, but it would win only more mediocrity.

There is in every human being, I think, a native country of the mind, where, protected by inaccessible barriers, the sensitive dream life may exist safely.

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