Truth Never Penetrates An Unwilling Mind.

Art Is Endless Like A River Flowing, Passing, Yet Remaining.

I Have Always Come To Life After Coming To Books.

Many People Have Thought Of Me As A Thinker, As A Philosopher, Or Even As A Mystic. Well The Truth Is That Though I Have Found Reality Perplexing Enough - In Fact, I Find It Gets More Perplexing All The Time - I Never Think Of Myself As A Thinker.

I Hardly Know What I'm Going To Write - An Article, A Story, A Poem In Free Verse - Or In Some Regular Form. I Only Know That When I Have The First Sentence. And When The First Sentence Makes A Kind Of Pattern, Then I Find Out The Kind Of Rhythm I'm Looking For.

To Arrange A Library Is To Practice In A Quiet And Modest Way The Art Of Criticism.