To live is to see, and traveling sometimes speeds up the process.

Our loneliness makes us avid column readers these days.

There is a time of life somewhere between the sullen fugues of adolescence and the retrenchments of middle age when human nature becomes so absolutely absorbing one wants to be in the city constantly, even at the height of summer.

Poetry is engendered in solitude, so what better meter for it than the clip of a buckskin horse?

There are two kinds of writers: hustlers and sanctimonious hustlers.

Animals are stylized characters in a kind of old saga - stylized because even the most acute of them have little leeway as they play out their parts.

There often seems to be a playfulness to wise people, as if either their equanimity has as its source this playfulness or the playfulness flows from equanimity; and they can persuade other people who are in a state of agitation to calm down and smile.