There must always be two kinds of art: escape-art, for man needs escape as he needs food and deep sleep, and parable-art, that art which shall teach man to unlearn hatred and learn love.

And none will hear the postman’s knock Without a quickening of the heart. For who can bear to feel himself forgotten?

The most exciting rhythms seem unexpected and complex, the most beautiful melodies simple and inevitable.

Look if you like, but you will have to leap.

In relation to a writer, most readers believe in the Double Standard: they may be unfaithful to him as often as they like, but he must never, never be unfaithful to them.

Even the dreadful martyrdom must run its course Anyhow in a corner, some untidy spot Where the dogs go on with their doggy life

History marched to the drums of a clear idea...