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.

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

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.

It is through the acceptance of a variety of aethetic and intellectual points of view that a culture is given breadth and density.

The intellectual is a middle-class product; if he is not born into the class he must soon insert himself into it, in order to exist. He is the fine nervous flower of the bourgeoisie.

At midnight tears Run into your ears.