Then, of course, there are those sad occasions when a poet or a writer has not grown, and one has to let them go because they’re just not making headway. But we have a very clear personal relationship with the authors.
Man’s great misfortune is that he has no organ, no kind of eyelid or brake, to mask or block a thought, or all thought, when he wants to.
A man of genius has a right to any mode of expression.
Seated one day at the organ, I was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys. It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life.
We are enriched by our reciprocate differences.
We do very little re-writing in the office. We often take on people who show great promise and who we hope will develop into somebody important and someone good.
Serious-minded people have few ideas. People with ideas are never serious.
A businessman is a hybrid of a dancer and a calculator.
Literature does not exist in a vacuum. Writers as such have a definite social function exactly proportional to their ability as writers. This is their main use.
The worst mistake I made was that stupid, suburban prejudice of anti-Semitism.