I suggest that the only books that influence us are those for which we are ready, and which have gone a little further down our particular path than we have gone ourselves.
Works of art, in my opinion, are the only objects in the material universe to possess internal order, and that is why, though I don't believe that only art matters, I do believe in Art for Art's sake.
Faith, to my mind, is a stiffening process, a sort of mental starch.
To make us feel small in the right way is a function of art; men can only make us feel small in the wrong way.
A poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing but itself.
Spoon feeding in the long run teaches us nothing but the shape of the spoon.
Nonsense and beauty have close connections.
I hate the idea of causes, and if I had to choose between betraying my country and betraying my friend, I hope I should have the guts to betray my country
The only books that influence us are those for which we are ready, and which have gone a little farther down our particular path than we have yet got ourselves.
If I had to choose between betraying my country and betraying my friend, I hope I should have the guts to betray my country.
Curiosity is one of the lowest of the human faculties. You will have noticed in daily life that when people are inquisitive they nearly always have bad memories and are usually stupid at bottom.
So, Two cheers for Democracy: one because it admits variety and two because it permits criticism
It is my fate and perhaps my temperament to sign agreements with fools.
Ideas are fatal to caste
Life is easy to chronicle, but bewildering to practice...
What is wonderful about great literature is that it transforms the man who reads it towards the condition of the man who wrote.
Beethoven's Fifth Symphony is the most sublime noise that has ever penetrated into the ear of man
I have been racking my brains and can find no reply [to] this very reasonable question. I can only suggest that the fictional part of me dried up.
Unless we remember we cannot understand
. . . the crime of suicide lies rather in its disregard for the feelings of those whom we leave behind.
I am sure that if the mothers of various nations could meet, there would be no more wars.
What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives?
I have only got down on to paper, really, three types of people: the person I think I am, the people who irritate me, and the people I'd like to be.
At the side of the everlasting why, is a yes, and a yes, and a yes
He will work off his crudities in time. I rather mistrust young men who slip into life gracefully.