A thousand kindnesses do not make up for a thousand blows.

The art of one period cannot be approached through the attitudes (emotional or intellectual) of another.

... how much of our inner substance is it good for us to give to public griefs? The whole modern tendency to agonize over the suffering of the entire globe is surely something new.

No more pronouncements on lousy verse. No more hidden competition. No more struggling not to be a square.

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.

All art, in spite of the struggles of some critics to prove otherwise, is based on emotion and projects emotion.

A thousand kindnesses do not make up for a thousand blows.