When I was a child people simply looked about them and were moderately happy; today they peer beyond the seven seas, bury themselves waist deep in tidings, and by and large what they see and hear makes them unutterably sad.

The vision of milk and honey, it comes and goes. But the odor of cooking goes on forever.

After all, what's a life, anyway? We're born, we live a little while, we die.

The best writing is rewriting.

When snow accumulates week after week, month after month, it works curious miracles.

Democracy is itself, a religious faith. For some it comes close to being the only formal religion they have.

We stand or fall by television.