I have to see a thing a thousand times before I see it once.

There is one voyage, the first, the last, the only one.

...he was like a man who stands upon a hill above the town he had left, yet does not say 'The town is near,' but turns his eyes upon the distant soaring ranges.

Then summer fades and passes and October comes. We'll smell smoke then, and feel an unexpected sharpness, a thrill of nervousness, swift elation, a sense of sadness and departure.

Culture is the arts elevated to a set of beliefs.

Is this not the true romantic feeling; not to desire to escape life, but to prevent life from escaping you.

Not even the most powerful organs of the press, including Time, Newsweek, and The New York Times, can discover a new artist or certify his work and make it stick. They can only bring you the scores.