In youth the life of reason is not in itself sufficient; afterwards the life of emotion, except for short periods, becomes unbearable.

The American language is in a state of flux based upon survival of the unfittest.

The past is the only dead thing that smells sweet.

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

Classical and romantic: private language of a family quarrel, a dead dispute over the distribution of emphasis between man and nature.

No one over thirty-five is worth meeting who has not something to teach us, something more than we could learn for ourselves, from a book.

Promise is the capacity for letting people down.