Dante Gabriel Rossetti, Sonnet LXII: "Inclusiveness"

SONNET LXIII. 
INCLUSIVENESS.

The changing guests, each in a different mood,
Sit at the roadside table and arise:
And every life among them in likewise
Is a soul's board set daily with new food.
What man has bent o'er his son's sleep, to brood
How that face shall watch his when cold it lies?—
Or thought, as his own mother kissed his eyes,
Of what her kiss was when his father wooed?
May not this ancient room thou sit'st in dwell
In separate living souls for joy or pain?
Nay, all its corners may be painted plain
Where Heaven shows pictures of some life spent well;
And may be stamped, a memory all in vain,
Upon the sight of lidless eyes in Hell.

--Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Jorge Luis Borges, Excerpt from "Labryinths"

"Any great and lasting book must be ambiguous, Borges says; it is a mirror that makes the reader's features known, but the author must seem to be unaware of the significance of his work -- which is an excellent description of Borges's own art. 'God must not engage in theology; the writer must not destroy by human reasonings the faith that art requires of us.'"
--Borges, Labyrinths

Ernest Hemingway, Excerpt from "Death in the Afternoon"

"If a writer of prose knows enough of what he is writing about he may omit things that he knows and the reader, if the writer is writing truly enough, will have a feeling of those things as strongly as though the writer had stated them. The dignity of movement of an ice-berg is due to only one-eighth of it being above water. A writer who omits things because he does not know them only makes hollow places in his writing."
--Ernest Hemingway, "Death in the Afternoon"

Friedrich Nietzsche, Excerpt from "On Truth and Lies in an Extra-Moral Sense"

"What, then, is truth? A mobile army of metaphors, metonyms, and anthropomorphisms--in short, a sum of human relations, which have been enhanced, transposed, and embellished poetically and rhetorically, and which after long use seem firm, canonical, and obligatory to a people: truths are illusions about which one has forgotten that this is what they are; metaphors which are worn out and without sensuous power; coins which have lost their pictures and now matter only as metal, no longer as coins."

--Friedrich Nietzsche, "On Truth and Lie in an Extra-Moral Sense"

Paul Ricoeur, Excerpt from "Freud and Philosophy: An Essay on Interpretation"

"Three masters, seemingly mutually exclusive, dominate the school of suspicion: Marx, Nietzsche, and Freud . . . “truth as lying” would be the negative heading under which one might place these three exercises of suspicion."
--Paul Ricoeur, "Freud and Philosophy: An Essay on Interpretation"