A writer is a reader moved to emulation.
It seems, after all that there are no nonpeculiar people.
It is a joy to be choked with thought.
It's goodbye to reality when love sets in.
A plan relieves you of the torment of choice.
Art -- the fresh feeling, new harmony, the transforming magic which by means of myth brings back the scattered distracted soul from its modern chaos -- art, not politics, is the remedy.