Captivated by its discipline, humanity forgets and goes on forgetting that it is the discipline of chess players, not of angels.

Art is endless like a river flowing, passing, yet remaining.

Doubt is one of the names of intelligence.

Had I to give advice to writers (and I do not think they need it, because everyone has to find out things for himself), I would tell them simply this; I would ask them to tamper as little as they can with their own work. I do not think tinkering does any good. The moment comes when one has found out what one can do - when one has found one's natural voice, one's rhythm. Then I do not think that slight emendations should prove useful.

What a writer wants to do is not what he does.

In our dreams (writes Coleridge) images represent the sensations we think they cause; we do not feel horror because we are threatened by a sphinx; we dream of a sphinx in order to explain the horror we feel.

I think that the reader should enrich what he is reading. He should misunderstand the text; he should change it into something else.