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.

True solitude is a din of birdsong, seething leaves, whirling colors, or a clamor of tracks in the snow.

Land of opportunity, land for the huddled masses where would the opportunity have been without the genocide of those Old Guard, bristling Indian tribes?

To relive the relationship between owner and slave we can consider how we treat our cars and dogs - a dog exercising a somewhat similar leverage on our mercies and an automobile being comparable in value to a slave in those days

There aren't many irritations to match the condescension which a woman metes out to a man who she believes has loved her vainly for the past umpteen years.

There were periods during my childhood when I stammered so badly I couldn't talk at all.

Men often compete with one another until the day they die. Comradeship consists of rubbing shoulders jocularly with a competitor.