In plucking the fruit of memory one runs the risk of spoiling its bloom, especially if it has got to be carried into the market.

Imagination, not invention, is the supreme master of art as of life.

... it was written I should be loyal to the nightmare of my choice.

The ethical view of the universe involves us in so many cruel and absurd contradictions that I have come to suspect that the aim of creation cannot be ethical at all.

Nations it may be have fashioned their Governments, but the Governments have paid them back in the same coin.

That faculty of beholding at a hint the face of his desire and the shape of his dream, without which the earth would know no lover and no adventurer.

It is the mark of an inexperienced man not to believe in luck.