Late one brilliant April afternoon Professor Lucius Wilson stood at the head of Chestnut Street, looking about him with the pleased air of a man of taste who does not very often get to Boston.

New things are always ugly.

Hunger is a powerful incentive to introspection.

Writing ought either to be the manufacture of stories for which there is a market demand - a business as safe and commendable as making soap or breakfast foods - or it should be an art, which is always a search for something for which there is no market demand, something new and untried, where the values are intrinsic and have nothing to do with standardized values.

William Tavener never heeded ominous forecasts in the domestic horizon, and he never looked for a storm until it broke.

That is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great.

Success is less interesting than struggle. There is great pleasure in the effort.