His mind has become a refuge for old thoughts, idle, indigent, with nowhere else to go. He ought to chase them out, sweep the premises clean. But he does not care to do so, or does not care enough"(72).

Was it serious? I don't know. It certainly had serious consequences.

Censorship is not an occupation that attracts intelligent, subtle minds. Censors can and often have been outwitted. But the game of slipping Aesopian messages past the censor is ultimately a sterile one, diverting writers from their proper task.

he knows too much about himself to subject her to a morning after, when he will be cold, surly, impatient to be alone.

One day some as yet unborn scholar will recognize in the clock the machine that has tamed the wilds.

Where civilization entailed the corruption of barbarian virtues and the creation of dependent people, I decided, I was opposed to civilization.

When we are stirred to lament the loss of the gods, it is more than likely the gods who are doing the stirring.