Art requires, above all things, a suppression of self, a subordination of one's self to an idea.

Writing is not primarily escape, but use.

There are two kinds of taste, the taste for emotions of surprise and the taste for emotions of recognition.

Sometimes she went so far as to wish that she should find herself in a difficult position, so that she might have the pleasure of being as heroic as the occasion demanded.

Take the word for it of a man who has made his way inch by inch, and does not believe that we'll wake up to find our work done because we've lain all night a-dreaming of it; anything worth doing is devilish hard to do!

Though it might have its momentary alarms, paternity is not an exciting vocation.

He is outside of everything, and alien everywhere. He is an aesthetic solitary. His beautiful, light imagination is the wing that on the autumn evening just brushes the dusky window.