It's Very Hard, Feeling That

We Live Not In Order To Eat, But In Order Not To Know What We Feel Like Eating.

The Task Of A Writer Is Not To Solve The Problem But To State The Problem Correctly.

Critics Are Like Horse-flies Which Hinder The Horses In Their Plowing Of The Soil. The Horse Works, All Its Muscles Drawn Tight Like The Strings On A Double-bass, And A Fly Settles On His Flanks And Tickles And Buzzes. And What Does The Fly Buzz About? It Scarcely Knows Itself; Simply Because It Is Restless And Wants To Proclaim: 'look, I Too Am Living On The Earth. See, I Can Buzz, Too, Buzz About Anything.'

Thought And Beauty, Like A Hurricane Or Waves, Should Not Know Conventional, Delimited Forms.

You Are Right In Demanding That An Artist Should Take An Intelligent Attitude To His Work, But You Confuse Two Things: Solving A Problem And Stating A Problem Correctly.