As it is with the love of the body, so with the friendship of the mind, the full is only reached by admittance to the most retired places.

Success and failure on the public level never mattered much to me, in fact I feel more at home with the latter, having breathed deep of its vivifying air all my writing life up to the last couple of years.

Dance first. Think later. It's the natural order.

The dust will not settle in our time. And when it does some great roaring machine will come and whirl it all skyhigh again.

What are we doing here, that is the question. And we are blessed in this, that we happen to know the answer. Yes, in the immense confusion one thing alone is clear. We are waiting for Godot to come

To what will love not stoop!

Habit is a compromise effected between an individual and his environment.