To the hard of hearing you shout, and for the almost blind you draw large and startling figures.

The artist uses his reason to discover an answering reason in everything he sees.

He loved her because it was his nature to do so, but there were times when he could not endure her love for him. There were times when it became nothing but pure idiot mystery.

Ours is the first age in history which has asked the child what he would tolerate learning.

... the novelist is bound by the reasonable possibilities, not the probabilities, of his culture.

We hear a great deal of lamentation these days about writers having all taken themselves to the colleges and universities where they live decorously instead of going out and getting firsthand information about life. The fact is that anybody who has survived his childhood has enough information about life to last him the rest of his days. If you can't make something out of a little experience, you probably won't be able to make it out of a lot. The writer's business is to contemplate experience, not to be merged in it.

... the man in the violent situation reveals those qualities least dispensable in his personality, those qualities which are all he will have to take into eternity with him.