But even so, none of the news of these world-spasms entered me as terror.

Don't be surprised if I demur, for, be advised my passport's green.

When I was teaching, I gave a lot of my mind and anxiety to it. There was always something clenched and anxious in me until the classes were over.

The appointment [in Harvard] gave me economic safety, writerly support, and intellectual self-respectplus eight months to myself every year.

It is difficult at times to repress the thought that history is about as instructive as an abattoir; that Tacitus was right and that peace is merely the desolation left behind after the decisive operations of merciless power.

Strange, it is a huge nothing that we fear.

The end of art is peace.