What makes you imagine ... that anything of importance can be taught in a school?

Art is a kind of artificial memory and the pain which attends all serious art is a sense of that factitiousness.

Those who hope, by retiring from the world, to earn a holiday from human frailty, in themselves and others, are usually disappointed.

Only love has clear vision. Hatred has cloudy vision. When we hate we know not what we do.

Freedom is not choosing; that is merely the move that we make when all is already lost. Freedom is knowing and understanding and respecting things quite other than ourselves.

What a test that is: more than devotion, admiration, passion. If you long and long for someone’s company you love them.

Literature could be said to be a sort of disciplined technique for arousing certain emotions.