If the liberal arts do nothing else they provide engaging metaphors for the thinking they displace.

Life is full of doors that don't open when you knock, equally spaced amid those that open when you don't want them to.

It is anticipation and recollection that fill the heart—never the sensation of the moment.

I have decided, it is fruitless. For I am no longer sure of anything concerning my existance. A philosopher is a dead poet and a dying theologian.

Good-bye and hello, as always.

I try to sit down at the typewriter four times a day, even if it's only five minutes, and write three sentences.

If the liberal arts do nothing else they provide engaging metaphors for the thinking they displace.