What Is Beautiful Is Moral, That Is

In My View, The Novelist Has No Right To Express His Opinions On The Things Of This World. In Creating, He Must Imitate God: Do His Job And Then Shut Up.

She Was The Amoureuse Of All The Novels, The Heroine Of All The Plays, The Vague “she” Of All The Poetry Books.

You Need A High Degree Of Corruption Or A Very Big Heart To Love Absolutely Everything

They Took Each Other's Advice, Opened One Book, Went Over To Another, Then Did Not Know What To Decide When Opinions Diverged So Widely.

Put All Your Rage And Madness Into Your Work And Live As Orderly A Life As Possible.