... 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.

If there is a God, I don't think He would demand that anyone bow down or stand up to Him. I often have a suspicion that God is still trying to work things out and hasn't finished.

music is a missionary effort to colonize earth for imperialistic heaven.

I wonder if we are all wrong about each other, if we are just composing unwritten novels about the people we meet?

But there are other things than dissipation that thicken the features. Tears, for example.

What is art? It is not decoration. It is the re-living of experience.

I believe if people are looking for the truth, the truth of the Christian religion will come out and meet them.