When someone between twenty and forty says, apropos of a work of art, 'I know what I like,' he is really saying 'I have no taste of my own but accept the taste of my cultural milieu.
A writer is a maker, not a man of action: his private life is of no concern to anybody but himself, his family and his friends.
Fame often makes a writer vain, but seldom makes him proud.
If we apply the term revolution to what happened in North America between 1776 and 1829, it has a special meaning. Normally, the word describes the process by which man transforms himself from one kind of man, living in one kind of society, with one way of looking at the world, into another kind of man, another society, another conception of life.... The American case is different: it is not a question of the Old Man transforming himself into the New, but of the New Man becoming alive to the fact that he is new, that he has been transformed already without his having realized it.
The Americans are violently oral. That's why in America the mother is all-important and the father has no position at all -- isn't respected in the least. Even the American passion for laxatives can be explained as an oral manifestation. They want to get rid of any unpleasantness taken in through the mouth.
A poor American feels guilty at being poor, but less guilty than an American rentier who has inherited wealth but is doing nothingto increase it; what can the latter do but take to drink and psychoanalysis?
God bless the USA, so large, so friendly, and so rich.
You know there are no secrets in America. It's quite different in England, where people think of a secret as a shared relation between two people.
Every American poet feels that the whole responsibility for contemporary poetry has fallen upon his shoulders, that he is a literary aristocracy of one.
Moreover, if great men are the only hope of the Evolutionary Process, they are morally bound to rule over the masses for their own good -- we are all here on earth to help others: what on earth the others are here for, I don't know -- and the masses have no right whatsoever to resist them.
The only way to spend New Year's Eve is either quietly with friends or in a brothel. Otherwise when the evening ends and people pair off, someone is bound to be left in tears.
One of the troubles of our times is that we are all, I think, precocious as personalities and backward as characters.
Like love we don't know where or why Like love we cant compel or fly Like Love we often weep Like Love we seldom keep
It's impossible to represent a saint [in Art]. It becomes boring. Perhaps because he is, like the Saturday Evening Post people, inthe position of having almost infinitely free will.
Swans in the winter air A white perfection have
What living occasion can, Be just to the absent?
Intellectual disgrace Stares from every human face, And the seas of pity lie Locked and frozen in each eye.
Each in the cell of himself is almost convinced of his freedom.
About suffering they were never wrong, The Old Masters.
A shilling life will give you all the facts.
Money is the necessity that frees us from necessity. Of all novelists in any country, Trollope best understands the role of money. Compared with him even Balzac is a romantic.
The relation of faith between subject and object is unique in every case. Hundreds may believe, but each has to believe by himself.
Those to whom evil is doneDo evil in return.
To ask the hard question is simple.
Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic.
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