Love, she said, should be said more slowly, and ran from the house. Words could not catch her as such. Honesty is so slow, that is the trouble. – Author Unknown
Our dream dashes itself against the great mystery like a wasp against a window pane. Less merciful than man, God never opens the window. – Jules Renard, Journal, 1906
Beauty, like truth, is relative to the time when one lives and to the individual who can grasp it. The expression of beauty is in direct ratio to the power of conception the artist has acquired. – Gustave Courbet
I believe that the short story is as different a form from the novel as poetry is, and the best stories seem to me to be perhaps closer in spirit to poetry than to novels. – Tobias Wolff
