A book is like a man - clever and dull, brave and cowardly, beautiful and ugly.

Maybe-- maybe love makes you suspicious and doubting. Is it true that when you love a woman you are never sure-- never sure of her because you aren't sure of yourself?

The quality of owning freezes you forever in "I," and cuts you off forever from the "we.

When the virus of restlessness begins to take possession of a wayward man, and the road away from Here seems broad and straight and sweet, the victim must first find himself a good and sufficient reason for going.

I have come to believe that a great teacher is a great artist and that there are as few as there are any other great artists. Teaching might even be the greatest of the arts since the medium is the human mind and spirit.

For the most part people are not curious except about themselves.

What some people find in religion a writer may find in his craft...a kind of breaking through to glory.