Only mediocrity escapes criticism.

We gather our arms full of guilt as though it were precious stuff. It must be that we want it that way.

Strength and success; they are above morality, above criticism. It seems then, that it is not what you do, but how you do it and what you call it.

There's nothing in the world like that first taste of beer.

No one has ever successfully painted or photographed a redwood tree. The feeling they produce is not transferable. From them comes silence and awe

Men really do need sea-monsters in their personal oceans

Evening of a hot day started the little wind to moving among the leaves. The shade climbed up the hills toward the top. On the sand banks the rabbits sat as quietly as little gray, sculptured stones.