To say that war is madness is like saying that sex is madness: true enough, from the standpoint of a stateless eunuch, but merely a provocative epigram for those who must make their arrangements in the world as given.

If you have the guts to be yourself, other people'll pay your price.

An affair wants to spill, to share its glory with the world. No act is so private it does not seek applause.

The guarantee that our self enjoys an intended relation to the outer world is most, if not all, we ask from religion. God is the self projected onto reality by our natural and necessary optimism. He is the not-me personified.

Professionalism in art has this difficulty: To be professional is to be dependable, to be dependable is to be predictable, and predictability is esthetically boring - an anti-virtue in a field where we hope to be astonished and startled and at some deep level refreshed.

Accent the ugly until it becomes gorgeous.

Now that I am sixty, I see why the idea of elder wisdom has passed from currency.