When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don't seem to matter very much, do they?

But words have been used too often; touched and turned, and left exposed to the dust of the street. The words we seek hang close to the tree. We come at dawn and find them sweet beneath the leaf.

I am in the mood to dissolve in the sky.

But I don't think of the future, or the past, I feast on the moment. This is the secret of happiness, but only reached now in middle age.

There can be no two opinions as to what a highbrow is. He is the man or woman of thoroughbred intelligence who rides his mind at a gallop across country in pursuit of an idea.

We are nauseated by the sight of trivial personalities decomposing in the eternity of print.

To make ideas effective, we must be able to fire them off. We must put them into action.