We are befouling and destroying our own home, we are committing a slow but accelerating race suicide and life murder - planetary biocide. Now there is a mighty theme for a mighty book but a challenge to which no modern novelist or poet has yet responded. Where is our Melville, our Milton, our Thomas Mann when we need him most?

Man was created to complete the horse.

I, too, believe in fidelity. But how can I be true to one woman without being false to all the others?

Is it possible to grow wiser without knowing it? One hopes so. We all hope so.

The very poor are strictly materialistic. It takes money to be a mystic.

There is science, logic, reason; there is thought verified by experience. And then there is California.

Beware of your wishes: They will probably come true.