A man is only as good as what he loves.

He wondered at times whether he didn’t belong to a class of people secretly convinced they had an arrangement with fate; in return for docility or ingenuous good will they were to be shielded from...

People can lose their lives in libraries. They ought to be warned.

Anyhow, I had found something out about an unknown privation, and I realized how a general love or craving, before it is explicit or before it sees its object, manifests itself as boredom or some...

Society is what beats me. Alone I can be pretty good, but let me go among people and there’s the devil to pay.

O Lord! he concluded, forgive all these trespasses. Lead me not into Penn Station.

Unexpected intrusions of beauty. This is what life is.

I am not an ornithologist—I am a bird.

If you could have confidence in nature you would not have to fear. It would keep you up. Creative is nature. Rapid. Lavish. Inspirational. It shapes leaves. It rolls the waters of the earth. Man...

Your authority and my degeneracy are one in the same.