What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives? |
What is wonderful about great literature is that it transforms the man who reads it towards the condition of the man who wrote. |
What is wonderful about great literature is that it transforms the man who reads it towards the condition of the man who wrote. |
Works of art, in my opinion, are the only objects in the material universe to possess internal order, and that is why, though I don't believe that only art matters, I do believe in Art for Art's sake. |
Yes, oh dear, yes, the novel tells a story. |
You can transmute love, muddle it, ignore it... but you can never pull it out of you... |
You remember how he would trust strangers, and if they fooled him he would say, 'It's better to be fooled than to be suspicious'--that the confidence trick is the work of man, but the want-of-confidence trick is the work of the devil. |