People ask me why I write. I write to find out what I know.

Beauty was not everything. Beauty had this penalty — it came too readily, came too completely. It stilled life — froze it.

We shall be the mouthpieces of the divine spirit—

Oh, I am in love with life!

These are the soul's changes. I don't believe in ageing. I believe in forever altering one's aspect to the sun. Hence my optimism.

I like books whose virtue is all drawn together in a page or two. I like sentences that don't budge though armies cross them.

... the public and the private worlds are inseparably connected ... the tyrannies and servilities of the one are the tyrannies and servilities of the other.