One cat in a house is a sign of loneliness.

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

I know sage, wormwood, and hyssop, but I can't smell character unless it stinks.

Though man is the only beast that can write, he has small reason to be proud of it. When he utters something that is wise it is nothing that the river horse does not know, and most of his creations are the result of accident.

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.

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

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.