The writer is either a practicing recluse or a delinquent, guilt-ridden one--or both. Usually both.

It is not the position, but the disposition.

What is the most beautiful in virile men is something feminine; what is most beautiful in feminine women is something masculine.

One man thinks before he acts. Another man thinks after he acts. Each is of the opinon that the other thinks too much.

Anything in history or nature that can be described as changing steadily can be seen as heading toward catastrophe.

The point is to get a good rhythm, to make it mindless, almost as a daydream. To walk like breathing. To make it what the body wants, what the air wants, what time wants.

Taste has no system and no proofs.