Dogs have more love than integrity. They've been true to us, yes, but they haven't been true to themselves.

The egg it is the source of all. Tis everyone's ancestral hall. The bravest chief that ever fought, The lowest thief that e'er was caught, The harlot's lip, the maiden's leg, They each and all came from an egg.

There is an art of reading, as well as an art of thinking, and an art of writing.

The test of a civilized person is first self-awareness, and then depth after depth of sincerity in self-confrontation.

A universe capable of giving birth to many such accidents is-- blind or not-- a good world to live in, a promising universe.

The artistic impulse seems not to wish to produce finished work. It certainly deserts us half-way, after the idea is born; and if we go on, it is labor.

The world of books is the most remarkable creation of man.