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?

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.

We may assume that we keep people waiting symbolically because we do not wish to see them and that our anxiety is due not to being late, but to having to see them at all.

Today the function of the artist is to bring imagination to science and science to imagination, where they meet, in the myth.

No city should be too large for a man to walk out of in a morning.

The more I see of life the more I perceive that only through solitary communion with nature can one gain an idea of its richness and meaning.

Literature is the art of writing something that will be read twice; journalism what will be grasped at once.