Pain comes from the darkness. And we call it wisdom. It is pain.
Except from the Americans—but every pearl has its oyster.
The climate of our culture is changing. Under these new rains, new suns, small things grow great, and what was great grows small; whole species disappear and are replaced.
To Americans, English manners are far more frightening than none at all.
The real war poets are always war poets, peace or any time.
The novel is a prose narrative of some length that has something wrong with it.