She is written in a foreign tongue.

To live in the world of creation-to get into it and stay in it-to frequent it and haunt it...to think intently and fruitfully, to woo combinations and inspirations into being by a depth and continuity of attention and meditation-this is the only thing.

It takes a great deal of history to produce a little literature.

It doesn't so much matter what you do in particular, so long as you have your life.

I don't care anything about reasons, but I know what I like.

It was the way the autumn day looked into the high windows as it waned; the way the red light, breaking at the close from under a low sombre sky, reached out in a long shaft and played over old wainscots, old tapestry, old gold, old colour.

Live as you like best, and your character will take care of itself. Most things are good for you; the exceptions are very rare.