Better was it to go unknown and leave behind you an arch, then to burn like a meteor and leave no dust.

I read the book of Job last night, I don't think God comes out well in it.

Besides, in this random miscellaneous company we may rub against some complete stranger who will, with luck, turn into the best friend we have in the world.

That great Cathedral space which was childhood.

Mental fight means thinking against the current, not with it. It is our business to puncture gas bags and discover seeds of truth.

It is as if Emily Brontë could tear up all that we know human beings by, and fill these unrecognizable transparencies with such a gust of life that they transcend reality.

So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and whether it matters for ages or only for hours, nobody can say.