The people who live in a golden age usually go around complaining how yellow everything looks.

I decided that Europeans and Americans are like men and women: they understand each other worse, and it matters less, than either of them suppose.

Art is long, and critics are the insects of a day.

The people who live in a golden age usually go around complaining how yellow everything looks.

It is better to entertain an idea than to take home to live with you for the rest of your life.

More and more people think of the critic as an indispensable middle man between writer and reader, and would no more read a book alone, if they could help it, than have a baby alone.

I see at last that all the knowledge I wrung from the darkness - that darkness flung me - Is worthless as ignorance: nothing comes from nothing The darkness from the darkness. Pain comes from the darkness And we call it wisdom. It is pain.