The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.

Not to want to say, not to know what you want to say, not to be able to say what you think you want to say, and never to stop saying, or hardly ever, that is the thing to keep in mind, even in the heat of composition.

You are not satisfied unless form is so strictly divorced from content that you can comprehend the one without almost without bothering to read the other.

The dust will not settle in our time. And when it does some great roaring machine will come and whirl it all skyhigh again.

It's a lot to ask of one creature, it's a lot to ask, that he should first behave as if he were not, then as if he were, before being admitted to that peace where he neither is, nor is not, and where the language dies that permits of such expressions.

Lick your neighbor as yourself!

It's so nice to know where you're going, in the early stages. It almost rids you of the wish to go there.