Western man is schizophrenic.

Childhood, catching our imagination when it is fresh and tender, never lets go of us.

In a world shaped and colored more and more by politicians, the nations meet politically, and hardly any other way to settle their differences.

It is good fiction, so largely ignored now, that brings us so much closer to the real facts.

To love to teach is one thing, to love those you teach is another.

There was no respect for youth when I was young, and now that I am old, there is no respect for age, I missed it coming and going.

Man, the creature who knows he must die, who has dreams larger than his destiny, who is forever working a confidence trick on himself, needs an ally. Mine has been tobacco.