While you are living, part of you has slipped away to the cemetery.

The greatest gift is a passion for reading.

Sentences in which I have tried for a certain light tone -- many of those have to do with events, upheavals, destructions that caused me to weep like a child.

Art is a profession, not a shrine.

Self-love is an idolatry. Self-hatred is a tragedy.

Harvard (across the river in Cambridge) and Boston are two ends of one mustache. ... Without the faculty, the visitors, the events that Harvard brings to the life here, Boston would be intolerable to anyone except genealogists, antique dealers, and those who find repletion in a closed local society.

Canadians, do not vomit on me!