Salome had but seven veils; the artist has a thousand.

The nuclear bomb took all the fun out of war.

Most of what we call the classics of world literature suggest artifacts in a wax museum. We have to hire and pay professors to get them read and talked about.

From the point of view of a tapeworm, man was created by God to serve the appetite of the tapeworm.

A man could be a lover and defender of the wilderness without ever in his lifetime leaving the boundaries of asphalt, powerlines, and right-angled surfaces. We need wilderness whether or not we ever set foot in it. We need a refuge even though we may never need to set foot in it. We need the possibility of escape as surely as we need hope; without it the life of the cities would drive all men into crime or drugs or psychoanalysis.

Great art is indefinable but that's all right; it exists anyway.

In the dog-eat-dog economy, the Doberman is boss.