The dead hand of research lies heavy on too many novels.
The best work of artists in any age is the work of innocence liberated by technical knowledge. The laboratory experiments that led to the theory of pure color equipped the impressionists to paint nature as if it had only just been created.
To do anything, it is first necessary to be doing nothing.
Malicious gossip takes the place of creation in non-creative lives.
Mine! There isn't any such thing as mine. The world slips slithering through my fingers.
We might likewise say that humans are the neurotics of the animal world, in that they are the only animals who must choose to be instead of just instinctively being.