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

What grape to keep its place in the sun, taught our ancestors to make wine?

Fallen leaves lying on the grass in the November sun bring more happiness than the daffodils.

Hate is crystallized fear, fear's dividend, fear objectivized. We hate what we fear and so where hate is, fear will be lurking.

Slums may well be breeding grounds of crime, but middle class suburbs are incubators of apathy and delirium.

The worst vice of the solitary is the worship of his food.

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.