Narcissus never wrote well nor was a friend.

No country has suffered so much from the ruins of war while being at peace as the American.

We are a most solitary people, and we live, repelled by one another, in the gray, outcast cities of Cain.

Writing is conscience, scruple, and the farming of our ancestors.

We are uneasy with an affectionate man, for we are positive he wants something of us, particularly our love.

A man who can be entertaining for a full day will be in his grave by night-fall.

Man is at the nadir of his stregth when the Earth, the seas, the mountains are not in him, for without them his soul is unsourced, and he has no images by which to abide.