Every art is a church without communicants, presided over by a parish of the respectable. An artist is born kneeling; he fights to stand.… — Hortense Calisher Copy Share Image
But memory, after a time, dispenses its own emphasis, making a feuilleton of what we once thought most ponderable, laying its wreath on what… — Hortense Calisher Copy Share Image
'Ms.' is a syllable which sounds like a bumble bee is breaking wind. — Hortense Calisher Copy Share Image
Diplomacy is what is practiced after-the-fact. Never be too right too soon -- as any smart Uncle will tell you. The man who guesses… — Hortense Calisher Copy Share Image
It has always seemed to me that if you could talk about your work in fully-formed phrases, you wouldn't write it. The writing is… — Hortense Calisher Copy Share Image
I always say that one's poetry is a solace to oneself and a nuisance to one's friends. — Hortense Calisher Copy Share Image
