I'm wild again, beguiled again, a whimpering, simpering child again. Bewitched, bothered, bewildered am I.

There is a strong feeling in the Middle West that the artist is not pulling his own weight no matter how hard he may work, that the other people are doing the real stuff.

Powers Hapgood had just come from court because there was some kind of dust-up on a picket line. The judge was so curious about him - coming from a rich family - why he would choose to live as he had. I guess you know what his answer was ..."The Sermon on the Mount, sir." That's important.

There is no order in the world around us, we must adapt ourselves to the requirements of chaos instead.

Everybody knows that the dumbest people in any American university are in the education department, and English after that.

We are America's Great Lakes people, her freshwater people, not an oceanic but a continental people. Whenever I swim in an ocean, I feel as though I am swimming in chicken soup.

My ancestors were Freethinkers - and that's what I am, except we're called secular humanists now.