This is the most beautiful place on Earth. There are many such places. Every man, every woman, carries in heart and mind the image of the ideal place, the right place, the one true home, known or unknown, actual or visionary.

Our suicidal poets (Plath, Berryman, Lowell, Jarrell, et al.) spent too much of their lives inside rooms and classrooms when they should have been trudging up mountains, slogging through swamps, rowing down rivers. The indoor life is the next best thing to premature burial.

When the philosopher's argument becomes tedious, complicated, and opaque, it is usually a sign that he is attempting to prove as true to the intellect what is plainly false to common sense.

It is always dishonest for a reviewer to review the author instead of the author's book.

It is not death or dying that is tragic, but rather to have existed without fully participating in life- that is the deepest personal tragedy.

For women, the sexual act is a means to a higher end. For a man, it is an end in itself.

Defiance is beautiful. The defiance of power, especially great or overwhelming power, exalts and glorifies the rebel.