Society is like a stew. If you don't stir it up every once in a while then a layer of scum floats to the top.

I would prefer to write about everything; what else is there? But one must be selective.

Indolence and melancholy: Each generates the other. If one can speak of such feeble passions as generating anything.

Recorded history is largely an account of the crimes and disasters committed by banal little men at the levers of imperial machines.

Metaphysics is a cobweb that the mind weaves around things.

Our “neoconservatives” are neither new nor conservative, but old as Babylon and evil as Hell.

I come more and more to the conclusion that wilderness, in America or anywhere else, is the only thing left that is worth saving.