I must confess that I know nothing whatsoever about true underlying reality, never having met any.

A shelf of classics for our young adults: Tolkien, Hesse, Casteneda, Kerouac, Salinger, Tom Robbins, and _The Last Whole Earth Catalog_.

Literary critics, like a herd of cows or a school of fish, always face in the same direction, obeying that love for unity that every critic requires.

The dog's life is a good life, for a dog.

An economic system which can only expand or expire must be false to all that is human.

The industrial corporation is the natural enemy of nature.

A good book is a kind of paper club, serving to rouse the slumbrous and to silence the obtuse.