Today's competitiveness, so much imposed from without, is exhausting, not exhilarating; is unending-a part of one's social life, one's solitude, one's sleep, one's sleeplessness.

Prig and philistine, Ph.D. and C.P.A., despot of English 218c and big shot of the Kiwanis Club-how much, at bottom, they both hate Art, and how hard it is to know which of them hates it the more.

In general, American social life constitutes an evasion of talking to people. Most Americans don't, in any vital sense, get together; they only do things together.

The life of sense begins by assuming that we can only fitfully live the life of reason.

One must never judge the writer by the man; but one may fairly judge the man by the writer.

The trouble with us in America isn't that the poetry of life has turned to prose, but that it has turned to Advertising copy.

She ate so many clams that her stomach rose and fell with the tide.