America is a vast conspiracy to make you happy.

American art in general... takes to surreal exaggerations and metaphors; but its Puritan work ethic has little use for the playful self-indulgence behind Parisian Surrealism.

I must go to Nature disarmed of perspective and stretch myself like a large transparent canvas upon her in the hope that, my submission being perfect, the imprint of a beautiful and useful truth would be taken.

Figure out where you're going before you go there: he was told that a long time ago.

The stripped and shapely Maple grieves The ghosts of her Departed leaves. The ground is hard, As hard as stone. The year is old, The birds are flown.

To be President of the United States, sir, is to act as advocate for a blind, venomous, and ungrateful client.

The true New Yorker secretly believes that people living anywhere else have to be, in some sense, kidding.