“The aim of literature ... is the creation of a strange object covered with fur which breaks your heart.”
“The aim of literature," Baskerville replied grandly, "is the creation of a strange object covered with fur which breaks your heart.”
“There was nowhere to sit except the bunk, which was covered with rotting food, and a wooden stool, upon which sat a large fur-covered lump—an old cheese, perhaps, or a dead cat.”
“History is re-creation while literature is creation.”
“The aim of science is to discover and illuminate truth. And that, I take it, is the aim of literature, whether biography or history... It seems to me, then, that there can be no separate literature of science.”
“Aim at the sun and you may not reach it; but your arrow will fly far higher than if you had aimed at an object on a level with yourself.”