It is not possible that a just God should forgive people who are wicked because another person who was good endured agony by being nailed to a cross.

... A La Recherche du Temps Perdu is like a beautiful hand with long fingers reaching out to pluck a perfect fruit, without error,for the accurate eye knows well it is growing just there on the branch, while Ulysses is the fumbling of a horned hand in darkness after a doubted jewel.

There is a point, and it is reached more easily than is supposed, where interference with freedom of the arts and literature becomes an attack on the life of society.

No one can write a best-seller by taking thought. The slightest touch of insincerity blurs its appeal. The writer who keeps his tongue in his cheek, who knows that he is writing for fools and that, therefore, he had better write like a fool, makes a respectable living out of serials and novelettes; but he will never make the vast, the blaring, half a million success. That comes of blended sincerity and vitality.

All men should have a drop of treason in their veins, if nations are not to go soft like so many sleepy pears.

Mr. James Joyce is a great man who is entirely without taste.

Literature must be an analysis of experience and a synthesis of the findings into a unity.