I can't tell if a straw ever saved a drowning man, but I know that a mere glance is enough to make dspair pause. For in truth, we who are creatures of impulse, are creatures of despair.

I had no particular desire to enlighten them, but I had some difficulty in restraining myself from laughing in their faces, so full of stupid importance.

A historian may be an artist too, and a novelist is a historian, the preserver, the keeper, the expounder, of human experience.

Facing it, always facing it, that's the way to get through. Face it.

Art is long and life is short, and success is very far off.

He has to live in the midst of the incomprehensible, which is detestable. And it has a fascination, too, which goes to work upon him. The fascination of the abomination--you know.

There is a kind way of assisting our fellow-creatures which is enough to break their hearts while it saves their outer envelope.