They flower spontaneously out of the demands of our natures - and the best of them lead us not only outward in space, but inward as well.

I have done so many things in my life," she said to the mirror. "Evil things, perhaps. But never unattentively, never wastefully...was I wrong?

Everything really desirable has come about because of, or in spite of, wine!

Odd, isn't it? He really was the right man for her in a sort of way; but then as you know, it is a law of love that the so-called 'right' person always comes to soon or too late.

Life is more complicated than we think, yet far simpler than anyone dares to imagine

A critic is a lug-worm in the liver of literature.

Art—the meaning of the pattern of our common actions in reality. The cloth-of-gold that hides behind the sackcloth of reality, forced out by the pain of human memory.