Literature is strewn with the wreckage of men who have minded beyond reason the opinions of others.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
People have different views of how you deal with different issues in literature, and, frankly, long may it last that there is a range of views.
The writer of stories or of novels settles on men and imitates them; he exhausts the possibilities of his characters.
Literature at its fullest takes human nature as its theme. That's the kind of writing that interests me.
The novelist must look on humanity without partiality or prejudice. His sympathy, like that of the historian, must be unbounded, and untainted by sect or party.
Observing humans and observing oneself yields a clear-minded starting point for literature.
Literature can allow us to experience the best side of humankind, where instead of giving up, we struggle desperately in the ruins for love, connection and hope.
There is no scorn more profound, or on the whole more justifiable, than that of the men who make for the men who explain. Exposition, criticism, appreciation, is work for second-rate minds.
As society diversifies, the number of people who read literature is decreasing. It will be difficult for readers to digest my ideas through literature.
It is only a man's own fundamental thoughts that have truth and life in them. For it is these that he really and completely understands. To read the thoughts of others is like taking the remains of someone else's meal, like putting on the discarded clothes of a stranger.
When we examine the opinions of men, we find that nothing is more uncommon than common sense; or, in other words, they lack judgment to discover plain truths or to reject absurdities and palpable contradictions.