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.

Intellectual sodomy, which comes from the refusal to be simple about plain matters, is as gross and abundant today as sexual perversion and they are nowise different from one another.

Who has enough credit in this world to pay for his mistakes?

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

Man hoards himself when he has nothing to give away.

To write is a humiliation.

Utility is our national shibboleth: the savior of the American businessman is fact and his uterine half-brother, statistics.