We have had, alas, and still have, the doubtful habit of reverence. Above all, we respect things as they are.

Bohemia and all its works are vanished out of America; or, more exactly, bohemia has migrated to the middle class, and is alive and well in condo and suburb.

The imagination is a species of knowledge, knowledge that can take the form of discovery.

Advances in technology neither impede nor augment literature.

When something does not insist on being noticed, when we aren't grabbed by the collar or struck on the skull by a presence or an event, we take for granted the very things that most deserve our gratitude.

Real apprenticeship is ultimately always to the self.

The engineering is secondary to the vision.