I cannot believe that the inscrutable universe turns on an axis of suffering; surely the strange beauty of the world must somewhere rest on pure joy!

True revolutions in art restore more than they destroy.

The fact, and the intuition or logic about the fact, are severe coordinates in fiction. In the short story they must cross with hair-line precision.

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.

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

Because language is the carrier of ideas, it is easy to believe that it should be very little else than such a carrier.

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