The historian has before him a jigsaw puzzle from which many pieces have disappeared. These gaps can be filled only by his imagination.

The historian amputates reality.

None of us is born a genius, it self-ignites within us.

Hatred is self-punishment.

I could make you read the entire quadrant exposition again...BACK TO BACK TO BACK TO BACK.

Pleasure involves respect, and respect starts with words.

The organizations of men, like men themselves, seem subject to deafness, near-sightedness, lameness, and involuntary cruelty. We seem tragically unable to help one another, to understand one another.

Art is how a culture records its life, how it poses questions for the next generation and how it will be remembered.

It's all right letting yourself go, as long as you can get yourself back.

All natural processes are long processes and they last.

One of the booby traps of freedom - which is bordered on all sides by isolation - is that we think so well of ourselves. I now see that I have helped myself to the best cuts at life's banquet.

I always loved theater and acting in plays and directing, writing little plays and directing friends in plays.