Perhaps this very instant is your time.

True revolutions in art restore more than they destroy.

I hope that one or two immortal lyrics will come out of all this tumbling around.

Intellectuals range through the finest gradations of kind and quality: from those who are merely educated neurotics, usually with strong hidden reactionary tendencies, through mediocrities of all kinds, to men of real brains and sensibility, more or less stiffened into various respectabilities or substitutes for respectability. The number of Ignorant Specialists is large. The number of hysterics and compulsives is also large.

Innocence of heart and violence of feeling are necessary in any kind of superior achievement: The arts cannot exist without them.

Hate does not present many choices; if hate is your solution, you are fairly certain to hate all phemonena with equal joy and intensity, without troubling to drag into prominence any one feature from the loathsome whole.

I'll lie here and learn How, over their ground, Trees make a long shadow And a light sound.