The writer is delegated to declare and to celebrate man's proven capacity for greatness of heart and spirit—for gallantry in defeat, for courage, compassion and love. In the endless war against weakness and despair, these are the bright rally flags of hope and of emulation. I hold that a writer who does not believe in the perfectibility of man has no dedication nor any membership in literature.

Men do change, and change comes like a little wind that ruffles the curtains at dawn, and it comes like the stealthy perfume of wildflowers hidden in the grass.

That man who is more then his elements knows the land that is more than its analysis.

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

The utter insanity of living in a place like this doesn't occur to the 9,000,000 people who inhabit New York. Except for visits I think I shall not be here any more as a resident.

Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them, and pretty soon you have a dozen.

I guess I'm trying to say, Grab anything that goes by. It may not come around again.