All living things on earth are kindred.
My computer tells me that in twenty-five years there will be no more computers.
But it is a writer's duty to write and speak and record the truth, always the truth, no matter whom may be offended.
I'm a fastidious sort of fellow, fond of watermelon and buckbrush nuts.
Of all bores, the worst is the sparkling bore.
Capitalism sounds good in theory but it just doesn't work.
Music clouds the intellect but clarifies the heart.
Man was created to complete the horse.
The absurd vanity of metaphysicians who like to imagine that they create the world by thinking about it.
Whenever I read _Time_ or _Newsweek_ or such magazines, I wash my hands afterward. But how to wash off the small but odious stain such reading leaves on the mind?
Romanticism was more than merely an alternative to a sterile classicism; romanticism made possible, especially in art, a great expansion of the human consciousness.
For women, the sexual act is a means to a higher end. For a man, it is an end in itself.
Proust again: One can only wish that a man with such powers of total recall had led a less tedious life, moved among somewhat livelier circles.
Civilization is a youth with a molotov cocktail in his hand. Culture is the Soviet tank or L.A. cop that guns him down.
A venturesome minority will always be eager to set off on their own, and no obstacles should be placed in their path; let them take risks, for godsake, let them get lost, sunburnt, stranded, drowned, eaten by bears, buried alive under avalanches - that is the right and privilege of any free American.
Democracy -- rule by the people -- sounds like a fine thing; we should try it sometime in America.
The hawk's cry is as sharp as its beak.
Little boys love machines; girls adore horses; grown-up men and women like to walk.
You cannot reshape human nature without mutilating human beings.
All forms of government are pernicious, including good government.
If wilderness is outlawed, only outlaws can save wilderness.
Nothing can excel a few days in jail for giving a young man or woman a quick education in the basis of industrial society.
Anarchy works. Italy has proved it for a thousand years.
Anton Bruckner wrote the same symphony nine times, trying to get it just right. He failed.
Of all the featherless beasts, only man, chained by his self-imposed slavery to the clock, denies the elemental fire and proceeds as best he can about his business, suffering quietly, martyr to his madness. Much to learn.
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