War is, we have been forced to admit, even in the face of its huge place in our civilization, an asocial trait.

... oh, I long to prove myself by writing! The best seems to die in me when I give it up. It is the self I love--not this efficient, philanthropic self.

I have always used the world of make-believe with a certain desperation.

As a matter of history great developments in art have often been remarkably separate from religious motivation and use.

In a world that holds books and babies and canyon trails, why should one condemn oneself to live day-in, day-out with people one does not like, and sell oneself to chaperone and correct them?

Man is not committed in detail by his biological constitution to any particular variety of behavior.

Society in its full sense . . . is never an entity separable from the individuals who compose it.