What a lark! What a plunge!

A good essay must have this permanent quality about it; it must draw its curtain round us, but it must be a curtain that shuts us in not out.

Odd how the creative power at once brings the whole universe to order.

There is a coherence in things, a stability; something... is immune from change and shines out... in the face of the flowing, the fleeting, the spectral, like a ruby.

One should aim, seriously, at disregarding ups and downs; a compliment here, silence there ... the central fact remains stable, which is the fact of my own pleasure in the art.

Yet, it is true, poetry is delicious; the best prose is that which is most full of poetry.

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.