Those art lovers who pride themselves mostly on *taste* usually possess no other talent.

The world of employer and employee, like that of master and slave, debases both.

We are preoccupied with time. If we could learn to love space as deeply as we are now obsessed with time, we might discover a new meaning in the phrase to live like men.

Henry James was our master of periphrasis -- the fine art of saying as little as possible in the greatest number of words.

Those art lovers who pride themselves mostly on *taste* usually possess no other talent.

Literature, like anything else, can become a wearisome business if you make a lifetime specialty of it. A healthy, wholesome man would no more spend his entire life reading great books than he would packing cookies for Nabisco.

To die alone, on rock under sun at the brink of the unknown, like a wolf, like a great bird, seems to me very good fortune indeed.