After the writer's death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter.

What is line? It is life. A line must live at each point along its course in such a way that the artist's presence makes itself felt above that of the model...…

Man seeks to escape himself in myth, and does so by any means at his disposal. Drugs, alcohol, or lies. Unable to withdraw into himself, he disguises himself. …

An artist cannot speak about his art any more than a plant can discuss horticulture.

In records that defy the tooth of time.

I let nothing slip, however small; and feel myself actuated by the same motive which has prompted many worthy old chroniclers, to set down the merest trifles c…

In books lies the soul of the whole Past Time; the articulate audible voice of the Past, when the body and material substance of it has altogether vanished lik…