Slowly the wasters and despoilers are impoverishing our land, our nature, and our beauty, so that there will not be one beach, one hill, one lane, one meadow, one forest free from the debris of man and the stigma of his improvidence.

Artists never make wars. They are too busy making life out of the matter of their visions.

Infants are interesting only to their parents.

A high standard of living is usually accompanied by a low standard of thinking.

In an age where the lowered eyelid is just a sign of fatigue, the delicate game of love is pining away. Freud and flirtation are poor companions.

A candidate for office can have no greater advantage than muddled syntax; no greater liability than a command of language.

All wars derive from lack of empathy: the incapacity of one to understand and accept the likeness or difference of another. Whether in nations or the encounters of race and sex, competition then replaces compassion, subjection excludes mutuality.