If all time is eternally present, all time is unredeemable

The soul is so far from being a monad that we have not only to interpret other souls to ourself but to interpret ourself to ourself.

The usual dog about the town is much inclined to play the clown.

It is obvious that we can no more explain a passion to a person who has never experienced it than we can explain light to the blind.

Yeats was the greatest poet of our times . . . certainly the greatest in this language, and so far as I am able to judge, in any language.

If one has to earn a living, therefore, the safest occupation is that most remote from the arts.

An editor should tell the author his writing is better than it is. Not a lot better, a little better.