Confession is good for the soul only in the sense that a tweed coat is good for dandruff - it is a palliative rather than a remedy.

What we are assigned to bear is in a sense a measure of our stature.

Anyone informed that the universe is expanding and contracting in pulsations of eighty billion years has a right to ask. What's in it for me?

Sometimes I write drunk and revise sober, and sometimes I write sober and revise drunk. But you have to have both elements in creation — the Apollonian and the Dionysian, or spontaneity and restraint, emotion and discipline.

Murals in restaurants are on a par with the food in museums.

We are nothing but a string of gut on a stick of bone riding this piece of astral soot for one piteous splinter of eternity.

We must love one another, yes, yes, that's all true enough, but nothing says we have to like each other.