If you look up 'Intelligence' in the new volumes of the Encyclopeadia Britannica, you'll find it classified under the following three heads: Intelligence, Human; Intelligence, Animal; Intelligence, Military. My stepfather's a perfect specimen of Intelligence, Military.

...it is not what one has experienced but what one does with what one has experienced that matters.

Wherever the choice has had to be made between the man of reason and the madman, the world has unhesitatingly followed the madman.

Why should human females become sterile in their forties, while female crocodiles continue to lay eggs into their third century?

In books, the proportion of exceptional to commonplace people is high; in reality, very low.

The poet's place, it seems to me, is with the Mr. Hydes of human nature.

Writers write to influence their readers, their preachers, their auditors, but always, at bottom, to be more themselves.