There were several ways of understanding her: there was what she said, and there was what she meant, and there was something between the two, that was neither.

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

The artist is present in every page of every book from which he sought so assiduously to eliminate himself.

God's creature is one. He makes man, not men. His true creature is unitary and infinite, revealing himself, indeed, in every finite form, but compromised by none.

I adore adverbs; they are the only qualifications I really much respect.

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

The power to guess the unseen from the seen, to trace the implications of things, to judge the whole piece by the pattern . . . this cluster of gifts may almost be said to constitute experience.