Keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life.
Progress would be wonderful - if only it would stop.
Is not art a tool we employ to peel the kitsch off life? Layer by layer art strips life bare. The more abstract it gets, the more transparent the air is. Can it be that the farther it is removed from life, the clearer art becomes?
In their field they [mathematicians] do what we ought to be doing in ours. Therein lies the significant lesson. . . of their existence. They are an analogy for the intellectual of the future.
It is, all in all, a historic error to believe that the master makes the school; the students make it!
Strong emotional experiences are for the most part impersonal. Anyone who has hated another person so much that only chance stands between that person and death knows this, as does whoever has fallen into the catastrophe of a deep depression, anyone who has loved a woman to the dregs, anyone who has beaten others bloody or ever come up behind another person with muscles trembling. "Losing one's head," language calls it. Emotional experience is, in itself, poor in qualities; qualities are brought to it by the person who has the experience.
. . . the structure of a page of good prose is, analyzed logically, not something frozen but the vibrating of a bridge, which changes with every step one takes on it.
She was a terrible mother, there was no doubt about it, but she didn't even have the strength to feel guilty.
I think it is an intelligent story [The Intruders]. You've got adult characters who are in search of some things that are out there that we sense are out there, but we don't have any proof. John's character stumbles into that situation.
I expect to spend the rest of my life in the future, so I want to be reasonably sure of what kind of future it's going to be. That is my reason for planning.
Sky of blackness and sorrow, sky of love, sky of tears. Sky of glory and sadness, sky of mercy, sky of fear.