[The] whirlwind fife-and-drum of the storm bends the salt marsh grass, disturbs stars in the sky and the star on the steeple; it is a privilege to see so much confusion.

Originality is... a by-product of sincerity.

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

Beauty is everlasting And dust is for a time.

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

A man is a writer if all his words are strung in definite sentence sounds.

All are / naked, none is safe.