We all drew on the comfort which is given out by the major works of Mozart, which is as real and material as the warmth given up by a glass of brandy.
Writing has nothing to do with communication between person and person, only with communication between different parts of a person's mind.
A strong hatred is the best lamp to bear in our hands as we go over the dark places of life, cutting away the dead things men tell us to revere.
I wonder if we are all wrong about each other, if we are just composing unwritten novels about the people we meet?
There is no logical reason why the camel of great art should pass through the needle of mob intelligence.
God forbid that any book should be banned. The practice is as indefensible as infanticide.
