Stupidity always accompanies evil. Or evil, stupidity.

Innocence of heart and violence of feeling are necessary in any kind of superior achievement: The arts cannot exist without them.

Because language is the carrier of ideas, it is easy to believe that it should be very little else than such a carrier.

But childhood prolonged, cannot remain a fairyland. It becomes a hell.

No more pronouncements on lousy verse. No more hidden competition. No more struggling not to be a square.

Your work is carved out of agony as a statue is carved out of marble.

The intellectual is a middle-class product; if he is not born into the class he must soon insert himself into it, in order to exist. He is the fine nervous flower of the bourgeoisie.