Optimism and self-pity are the positive and negative poles of modern cowardice.

In a perfect union the man and woman are like a strung bow. Who is to say whether the string bends the bow, or the bow tightens the string?

That sinister Stonehenge of economic man, Rockefeller Center.

Purity engenders Wisdom, Passion avarice, and Ignorance folly, infatuation and darkness.

Most people do not believe in anything very much and our greatest poetry is given to us by those who do.

There is no fury like an ex-wife searching for a new lover.

Dining out is a vice, a dissipation of spirit punished by remorse. We eat, drink, and talk a little too much, abuse all our friends, belch out our literary preferences and are egged on by accomplices in the audience to acts of mental exhibitionism. Such evenings cannot fail to diminish those who take part in them. They end on Monkey Hill.