We are all serving a life sentence in the dungeon of the self.

Hate is the consequence of fear; we fear something before we hate; a child who fears noises becomes the man who hates them.

Only by avoiding the beginning of things can we escape their end.

Approaching forty, I had a singular dream in which I almost grasped the meaning and understood the nature of what it is that wastes in wasted time.

The English language is like a broad river on whose bank a few patient anglers are sitting, while, higher up, the stream is being polluted by a string of refuse-barges tipping out their muck.

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

Longevity is the revenge of talent upon genius.