Critics are like pigs at the pastry cart.

My only duty was to describe reality as it had come to me-to give the mundane its beautiful due.

A writer's self-consciousness, for which he is much scorned, is really a mode of interestedness, that inevitably turns outward.

The refusal to rest content, the willingness to risk excess on behalf of one's obsessions, is what distinguishes artists from entertainers, and what makes some artists adventurers on behalf of us all.

Truth should not be forced; it should simply manifest itself, like a woman who has in her privacy reflected and coolly decided to bestow herself upon a certain man.

Religion enables us to ignore nothingness and get on with the jobs of life.

Adversity in immunological doses has its uses; more than that crushes.