My whole work drive has been aimed at making people understand each other. . .
The craft of writing is the art of penetrating other minds with the figures that are in your own mind.
My own journey started long before I left, and was over before I returned.
It's one of the great fallacies, it seems to me, that time gives much of anything but years and sadness to man.
The discipline of the written word punishes both stupidity and dishonesty.
The lies we tell about our duty and our purposes, the meaningless words of science and philosophy, are walls that topple before a bewildered little ‘why’.