There is no such thing as repetition. Only insistance.

You are so afraid of losing your moral sense that you are not willing to take it through anything more dangerous than a mud-puddle.

Language as a real thing is not imitation either of sounds or colors or emotions it is an intellectual recreation and there is nopossible doubt about it and it is going to go on being that as long as humanity is anything.

The nineteenth century believed in science but the twentieth century does not.

Money is always there but the pockets change.

But then of course a philosophy is not the same thing as a style.

I think one is naturally impressed by anything having a beginning a middle and an ending when one is beginning writing and that it is a natural thing because when one is emerging from adolescence, which is really when one first begins writing one feels that one would not have been one emerging from adolescence if there had not been a beginning and a middle and an ending to anything.