Culture is the arts elevated to a set of beliefs.

There is one voyage, the first, the last, the only one.

I don't know yet what I am capable of doing, but, by God, I have genius -- I know it too well to blush behind it.

There’s no sight on earth more appealing than that of a woman making dinner for someone she loves.

Then summer fades and passes and October comes. We'll smell smoke then, and feel an unexpected sharpness, a thrill of nervousness, swift elation, a sense of sadness and departure.

Not even the most powerful organs of the press, including Time, Newsweek, and The New York Times, can discover a new artist or certify his work and make it stick. They can only bring you the scores.

The whole conviction of my life now rests upon the belief that loneliness, far from being a rare and curious phenomenon, is the central and inevitable fact of human existence.