To note an artist's limitations is but to define his talent.
Youth, art, love, dreams, true-heartedness - why must they go out of the summer world into darkness?
In other searchings it might be the object of the quest that brought satisfaction, or it might be something incidental that one got on the way; but in religion, desire was fulfilment, it was the seeking itself that rewarded.
If there were no girls like them in the world, there would be no poetry
What if - what if Life itself were the sweetheart?
The sincerity of feeling that is possible between a writer and a reader is one of the finest things I know.