Man is a means for turning things into spirit and turning spirit into things.

Perfectionism is the enemy of creation, as extreme self- solitude is the enemy of well- being.

Everybody who tells you how to act has whiskey on their breath.

New York is of course many cities, and an exile does not return to the one he left.

The New England spirit does not seek solutions in a crowd; raw light and solitariness are less dreaded than welcomed as enhancers of our essential selves.

If men do not keep on speaking terms with children, they cease to be men, and become merely machines for eating and for earning money.

I would rather have as my patron a host of anonymous citizens digging into their own pockets for the price of a book or a magazine than a small body of enlightened and responsible men administering public funds. I would rather chance my personal vision of truth striking home here and there in the chaos of publication that exists than attempt to filter it through a few sets of official, honorably public-spirited scruples.