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.

The sincerity of feeling that is possible between a writer and a reader is one of the finest things I know.

No nation has ever produced great art that has not made a high art of cookery, because art appeals primarily to the senses.

Too much detail is apt, like any other form of extravagance, to become slightly vulgar.

The voice is a wild thing. It can't be bred in captivity.

I suppose there were moonless nights and dark ones with but a silver shaving and pale stars in the sky, but I remember them all as flooded with the rich indolence of a full moon.