I know three things will never be believed - the true, the probable, and the logical

And the little screaming fact that sounds through all history: repression works only to strengthen and knit the repressed.

One day we'll sit and you'll lay it out on the table, neat like a solitaire deck, but now - why, you can't find all the cards.

How can the poem and the stink and the grating noise - the quality of light, the tone, the habit and the dream - be set down alive?

Father and son are natural enemies and each is happier and more secure in keeping it that way.

It is better to sit in appreciative contemplation of a world in which beauty is eternally supported on a foundation of ugliness: cut out the support, and beauty will sink from sight.

I had been practicing for the Depression a long time. I wasn't involved with loss. I didn't have money to lose, but in common with millions I did dislike hunger and cold.