I know that the writer does call up the general and maybe the essential through the particular, but this general and essential is still deeply embedded in mystery. It is not answerable to any of our formulas.

I will rejoice the day when they say: This is right whether we all rot on top of each other or not, dear children, as we certainly may. Either practice restraint or be prepared for crowding.

The writer should never be ashamed of staring. There is nothing that does not require his attention.

The mind serves best when it's anchored in the Word of God. There is no danger then of becoming an intellectual without integrity.

It seems that the fiction writer has a revolting attachment to the poor, for even when he writes about the rich, he is more concerned with what they lack than with what they have.

Woman! Do you ever look inside? Do you ever look inside and see what you are not? God!

The reviewer always has hold of the wrong horror.