For Gold Is Tried In

What Brings Enlightenment Is Experience, In The Sad Sense Of This Word--the Pressure Of Hard Facts And Unintelligible Troubles, Making A Man Rub His Eyes In His Waking Dream, And Put Two And Two Together. Enlightenment Is Cold Water.

Beauty Is Objectified Pleasure.

Nothing Is Really So Poor And Melancholy As Art That Is Interested In Itself And Not In Its Subject.

If A Man Really Knew Himself He Would Utterly Despise The Ignorant Notions Others Might Form On A Subject In Which He Had Such Matchless Opportunities For Observation.

To Turn Events Into Ideas Is The Function Of Literature.