The concept, the label, is perpetually hiding from us all the nature of the real.

Reality is a narrow little house which becomes a prison to those who can't get out of it.

I write the big scenes first, that is, the scenes that carry the meaning of the book, the emotional experience.

It is the tragedy of the world that no one knows what he doesn't know - and the less a man knows, the more sure he is that he knows everything.

For the essential thing about the work of art is that it is work, and very hard work too.

The fear of hell, the punishment of sin, how the modern parent revolts from such teaching. Yet I will assert that far from doing us children harm, it was a sure foundation to the world of our confidence, a master girder in our palace of delight.

The truth is that life is hard and dangerous; that he who seeks his own happiness does not find it; that he who is weak must suffer; that he who demands love will be disappointed; that he who is greedy will not be fed; that he who seeks peace will find strife; that truth is only for the brave; that joy is only for him who does not fear to be alone; that life is only for the one who is not afraid to die.