The beckoning counts, and not the clicking of the latch behind you.

Whoever designed this frigging map was having a laugh. Just around the corner, my arse.

I can't get over the exciting beauty of New York - the pencil buildings so high and far that the blueness of the sky floats about them; the feeling that one's taxis, and shopping, all go on in the deep canyon-beds of natural erosions rather than in the excrescences of human builders.

The greatest of mythologies divided its gods into creators, preservers and destroyers. Tidiness obviously belongs to the second category, which mitigates the terrific impact of the other two.

Tidiness ... makes life easier and more agreeable, does harm to no one and actually saves time and trouble to the person who practices it: there must be an ominous flaw to explain why millions of generations continue to reject it.

Time is the sea in which men grow, are born, or die.

From love one can only escape at the price of life itself; and no lessening of sorrow is worth exile from that stream of all things human and divine.