There is not a more repulsive spectacle than on old man who will not forsake the world, which has already forsaken him.

Composing on the typewriter, I find that I am sloughing off all my long sentences which I used to dote upon. Short, staccato, like modern French prose. The typewriter makes for lucidity, but I am not sure that it encourages subtlety.

The Rum Turn Tugger is a terrible bore: When you let him in, then he wants to be out; He's always on the wrong side of every door, And as soon as he's at home, then he'd like to get about.

I suspect that in our loathing of totalitarianism, there is infused a good deal of admiration for its efficiency.

The destination cannot be described; / You will know very little until you get there; / You will journey blind.

Culture is the one thing that we cannot deliberately aim at. It is the product of a variety of more or less harmonious activities, each pursued for its own sake.

These fragments I have shored against my ruins