I'm Not Altogether Certain That

A Word Is Worth One Coin, Silence Is Worth Two

It Is Inconceivable To Me That A Million Or Three Million Or Half A Million Human Beings Will Think And Feel Precisely The Same Way On Any Single Subject.

A Writer Is A Strange Instrument Of Our Species, A Harp Of Sorts, Fine-tuned To The Dark Contradictions Of Life.

Every Man Who Has Shown The World The Way To Beauty, To True Culture, Has Been A Rebel, A 'universal' Without Patriotism, Without Home, Who Has Found His People Everywhere.

I Do Not Know What Evil Is When It Comes To Art. I Only Know What Is Good Art And What Is Bad Art.