The novel is the highest form of human expression so far attained. Why? Because it is so incapable of the absolute.

If children are studying the 20th century I'm in their text books.

God is a comedian playing to an audience too afraid to laugh.

I believe the right question to ask respecting all ornament is simply this, was it done with enjoyment was the carver happy while he was about it?

I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old his coat worn his cloak was out at the elbows the water passed through his shoes - and the stars through his soul.