From infancy on, we are all spies; the shame is not this but that the secrets to be discovered are so paltry and few.

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

Each day, we wake slightly altered, and the person we were yesterday is dead. So why, one could say, be afraid of death, when death comes all the time?

Many men are more faithful to their golf partners than to their wives and have stuck with them longer.

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.

Journalism has not only its social stimulations but its aesthetic virtues. An invitation into print, from however suspect a source, is an opportunity to make something beautiful, to discover within oneself a treasure that would otherwise have remained buried.

Golf appeals to the idiot in us and the child. Just how childlike golf players become is proven by their frequent inability to count past five.