That men have an interest in knowing the world which surrounds them, and consequently that their reflection should have been applied to it at an early date, is something that everyone will readily admit.
Sadness does not inhere in things; it does not reach us from the world and through mere contemplation of the world. It is a product of our own thought. We create it out of whole cloth.
Fiction allows you to embody certain ideas and give them an emotional reality. The characters allow you to get close viscerally to an idea.
There should be a democracy of voices in literature. There are people who live with a kind of striving and with a certain kind of tenderness – it’s not an unusual thing – and maybe that’s not written about enough.
A soil, exhausted by the long culture of Pagan empires, was to lie fallow for a still longer period.
A new civilization was not to be improvised by a single mind.
By definition, sacred beings are separated beings. That which characterizes them is that there is a break of continuity between them and the profane beings.
It is too great comfort which turns a man against himself. Life is most readily renounced at the time and among the classes where it is least harsh.
I’m not being naive; I realise there’s no such thing as a pure reading. But I’d rather keep myself as far out of it as I can.
Indifference may not wreck a man’s life at any one turn, but it will destroy him with a kind of dry-rot in the long run.