The intellectual is constantly betrayed by his vanity. Godlike he blandly assumes that he can express everything in words; whereas the things one loves, lives, and dies for are not, in the last analysis completely expressible in words.

life itself is always pulling you away from the understanding of life.

The nice thing about really intelligent people is that when you talk with them they make you feel intelligent too.

Rivers perhaps are the only physical features of the world that are at their best from the air.

By and large, mothers and housewives are the only workers who do not have regular time off. They are the great vacationless class.

America, which has the most glorious present still existing in the world today, hardly stops to enjoy it, in her insatiable appetite for the future.

For the most part, we, who could choose simplicity, choose complication.