The Limited Circle Is Pure.

I Think We Ought To Read Only The Kind Of Books That Wound And Stab Us. If The Book We Are Reading Doesn't Wake Us Up With A Blow On The Head, What Are We Reading It For?

Photography Concentrates One's Eye On The Superficial. For That Reason It Obscures The Hidden Life Which Glimmers Through The Outlines Of Things Like A Play Of Light And Shade. One Can't Catch That Even With The Sharpest Lens.

There Are Some Things One Can Only Achieve By A Deliberate Leap In The Opposite Direction.

In A Certain Sense The Good Is Comfortless.

The Various Forms Of Despair At The Various Stations On The Road.