I think that one possible definition of our modern culture is that it is one in which nine-tenths of our intellectuals can't read any poetry.

The novel is a prose narrative of some length that has something wrong with it.

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

We can't tell our life from our wish

If we meet an honest and intelligent politician, a dozen, a hundred, we say they aren't like politicians at all, and our category of politicians stays unchanged; we know what politicians are like.

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.

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