The brain is a muscle of busy hills, the struggle of unthought things with things eternally thought.

For memory is a moral action, a choice. You can choose to remember. You can choose not.

Critics sometimes appear to be addressing themselves to works other than those I remember writing.

The greatest works of literature seem to embody both "art" and "morality".

The brain is a muscle of busy hills, the struggle of unthought things with things eternally thought.

I read books. Avidly, ardently! As if my life depended upon it.

Any writer who has difficulty in writing is probably not onto his true subject, but wasting time with false, petty goals; as soon as you connect with your true subject you will write.