The Proustian aquarium: grotesque and gorgeous fish drifting with languid fins through a subaqueous medium of pale violet polluted ink.

Reason has seldom failed us because it has seldom been tried.

Whenever I read _Time_ or _Newsweek_ or such magazines, I wash my hands afterward. But how to wash off the small but odious stain such reading leaves on the mind?

In art as in life, form and subject, body and soul, are one.

That which today calls itself science gives us more and more information, and indigestible glut of information, and less and less understanding.

Wilderness and motors are incompatible and the former can best be experienced, understood and enjoyed when the machines are left behind where they belong -- on the superhighways and in the parking lots, on the reservoirs and in the marinas.

Nothing could be older than the daily news, nothing deader than yesterday's newspaper.