The lucky man is he who knows how much to leave to chance. C. S.

 

How do I know what I have to say until I see what I have said? E. M.

But the body is deeper than the soul and its secrets inscrutable. E. M.

The crime of suicide lies in its disregard for the feelings of those whom we leave behind. E. M.

 

Have you ever noticed that there are people who do things which are most indelicate, and yet at the same time - beautiful? E. M.

 

I suggest that the only books that influence us are those for which we are ready, and which have gone a little farther down our own particular path than we have yet got ourselves. E. M.

 

Quality is never an accident. Willa A.

Because he once wrote, "We must love one another or die," he can command me to follow him. E.M.

What about the creative state? In it a man is taken out of himself. He lets down as it were a bucket into his subconscious and draws up something which is normally beyond his reach.

To make us feel small in the right way is a function of art.