We Are Born Knowing Death.

I Think Joy Is Just As Instructive As Pain, And I Like It Better. I Never Meant To Suffer Any More Than I Could Help; My Nature Was Meant For Happiness, A Daylight Art And Living.

The Arts Do Live Continuously, And They Live Literally By Faith; Their Names And Their Shapes And Their Uses And Their Basic Meanings Survive Unchanged In All That Matters Through Times Of Interruption, Diminishment, Neglect; They Outlive Governments And Creeds And The Societies, Even The Very Civilization That Produced Them. They Cannot Be Destroyed Altogether Because They Represent The Substance Of Faith And The Only Reality. They Are What We Find Again When The Ruins Are Cleared Away.

The Real Sin Against Life Is To Abuse And Destroy Beauty, Even One's Own Even More, One's Own, For That Has Been Put In Our Care And We Are Responsible For Its Well-being.

Two-thirds Of My Energies Go In Trying To Save One-third For Work.

Writing Does Not Exclude The Full Life; It Demands It.