Redeem The Time. Redeem The Unread Vision

Most Contemporary Novels Are Not Really "written." They Obtain What Reality They Have Largely From An Accurate Rendering Of The Noises That Human Beings Currently Make In Their Daily Simple Needs Of Communication; And What Part Of A Novel Is Not Composed Of These Noises Consists Of A Prose Which Is No More Alive Than That Of A Competent Newspaper Writer Or Government Official. A Prose That Is Altogether Alive Demands Something Of The Reader That The Ordinary Novel-reader Is Not Prepared To Give.

For Last Year's Words Belong To Last Year's Language And Next Year's Words Await Another Voice.

The Progress Of An Artist Is A Continual Self-sacrifice, A Continual Extinction Of Personality.

Light Light The Visible Reminder Of Invisible Light.

Most Of The Evil In This World Is Done By People With Good Intentions.