Instead of asking 'How much damage will the work in question bring about?' why not ask 'How much good? How much joy?'

What is not in the open street is false, derived, that is to say, literature.

All my Calvaries were rosy crucifixions, pseudo-tragedies to keep the fires of hell burning brightly for the real sinners who are in danger of being forgotten.

Every man with a bellyful of the classics is an enemy to the human race.

On the meridian of time, there is no injustice: there is only the poetry of motion creating the illusion of truth and drama.

...when you are convinced that all the exits are blocked, either you take to believing in miracles or you stand still like the hummingbird. The miracle is that the honey is always there, right under your nose, only you were too busy searching elsewhere to realize it. The worst is not death but being blind, blind to the fact that everything about life is in the nature of the miraculous.

One of the reasons why so few of us ever act, instead of react, is because we are continually stifling our deepest impulses.