If you will tell me why the fen appears impassable, I then will tell you why I think that I can cross it if I try.

A writer is unfair to himself when he is unable to be hard on himself.

Life is energy, and energy is creativity. And even when individuals pass on, the energy is retained in the work of art, locked in it and awaiting release if only someone will take the time and the care to unlock it.

One detects creative power by its capacity to conquer one's detachment.

Not till the poets among us can be "literalists of the imagination"-above insolence and triviality and can present for inspection, "imaginary gardens with real toads in them." shall we have it.

As contagion of sickness makes sickness, contagion of trust can make trust.

What is our innocence, What is our guilt? All are naked, none is safe.