It isn't the instrument that influences High-Minded or Low-Minded; it's the quality of Mind itself.

The ordinary is the divine.

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.

Comedy springs from the ludicrous; but the ludicrous is stuck in the muck of reality, resolutely hostile to what is impossible.

Life is that which - pressingly, persistently, unfailingly, imperially - interrupts.

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

Godlessness invariably produces vulgarity. Civilization is the product of belief.