A creator is not in advance of his generation but he is the first of his contemporaries to be conscious of what is happening to his generation.

Argument is to me the air I breathe.

Argument is to me the air I breathe. Given any proposition, I cannot help believing the other side and defending it.

It is hard living down the tempers we are born with. We all begin well, for in our youth there is nothing we are more intolerant of than our own sins writ large in others and we fight them fiercely in ourselves; but we grow old and we see that these our sins are of all sins the really harmless ones to own, nay that they give a charm to any character, and so our struggle with them dies away.

The nineteenth century was completely lacking in logic, it had cosmic terms and hopes, and aspirations, and discoveries, and ideals but it had no logic.

Since the war nothing is so really frightening not the dark not alone in a room or anything on a road or a dog or a moon but two things, yes, indigestion and high places they are frightening.

The artist works by locating the world in himself