"Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it ..." — D. H. Lawrence

Tragedy is like strong acid - it dissolves away all but the very gold of truth.

Never trust the artist. Trust the tale. The proper function of the critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it.

There is only one thing that a man really wants to do, all his life; and that is, to find his way to his God, his Morning Star, salute his fellow man, and enjoy the woman who has come the long way with him.

A man has no religion who has not slowly and painfully gathered one together, adding to it, shaping it; and one's religion is never complete and final, it seems, but must always be undergoing modification.