Every master knows that the material teaches the artist.

There is no progress in art.

We shall kill. If you have not killed at least one German a day, you have wasted that day... Do not count days; do not count miles. Count only the number of Germans you have killed.

Time narrows or expands according to how we approach it. It varies with a man’s breadth, with his heart.

Man is apt to be more moved by the art of his own period, not because it is more perfect, but because it is organically related to him.

Every master knows that the material teaches the artist.

It’s as much a writer’s concern, who is responsible to his readers for all the books written before him as well as those which will be written after him.