If I could only remember that the days were, not bricks to be laid row on row, to be built into a solid house, where one might dwell in safety and peace, but only food for the fires of the heart. – Edmund Wilson
The human imagination has already come to conceive the possibility of recreating human society. – Edmund Wilson
His style has the desperate jauntiness of an orchestra fiddling away for dear life on a sinking ship. – Edmund Wilson
The product of the scientific imagination is a new vision of relations – like that of artistic imagination. – Edmund Wilson
