over the bowls of memory where every hollow holds a hallow - James Joyce

The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring. Paintings of Moreau are paintings of ideas. The deepest poetry of Shelley, the words of Hamlet bring our mind into contact with the eternal wisdom; Plato's world of ideas. All the rest is the speculation of schoolboys for schoolboys.

It is as painful perhaps to be awakened from a vision as to be born.

She dealt with moral problems the way a cleaver deals with meat: and in this case she had made up her mind.