Yes. We will live the rest of our lives in hell. It's not so bad: as long as you're prepared for it, you can live anywhere.

We have to serve ourself many years before we gain our own confidence.

Winter is coming.

The multitude is always in the wrong.

Painting can never show her nose in company with architecture but to have it snubbed.

Retiring from writing is not to retire from life, but retiring from writing is to avoid the inevitable bitterness which a writing career is bound to deliver as its end product, in almost every case.

Giving should be entered into in just the same way as investing. Giving is investing.

The kind of acting that's wholly literary or cerebral is wrong. It's useless for me to have actors so much in their heads that they can't be organic.

I think Enlightenment as an epistemic ideal involves rejecting the appeal to a fundamental stratum of non-conceptual self-evidence.

My days among the dead are passed; Around me I behold, Where'er these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds of old; My never-failing friends are they, With whom I converse day by day.

The leaf of every tree brings a message from the unseen world. Look, every falling leaf is a blessing.