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

By the age of forty, a man is responsible for his face. And his fate.

It's all still there in heart and soul. The walk, the hills, the sky, the solitary pain and pleasure-they will grow larger, sweeter, lovelier in the days and years to come.

Do not burn yourselves out. Be as I am - a reluctant enthusiast... a part-time crusader, a half-hearted fanatic. Save the other half of yourselves and your lives for pleasure and adventure.

Government should be weak, amateurish and ridiculous. At present, it fulfills only a third of the role.

My cousin Elroy spent seven years as an IBM taper staring at THINK signs on the walls before he finally got a good idea: He quit.

James Joyce buried himself in his great work. _Finnegan's Wake_ is his monument and his tombstone. A dead end.