March 31, 2001
Liking money like I like it, is nothing less than mysticism. Money
is a glory.
March 30, 2001
No dream his life was—but a fight! / Could any Beatrice
see / A lover in that anchorite?
—Thomas William Parsons
March 29, 2001
The writer is the Faust of modern
society, the only surviving individualist in a mass age. To his orthodox contemporaries he seems a semi-madman.
March 28, 2001
are in the black theater of nonexistence. In an eye blink the curtain is up, the stage ablaze, for the vast drama of ourselves.
March 27, 2001
is my contention that Aesop was writing for the tortoise market…. hares have no time to read.
March 26, 2001
short story is like an old friend who calls whenever he is in town. We are happy to hear from it; we casually fan the embers
of past intimacies, and buy it lunch.
March 25, 2001
It is not best to swap horses while crossing the river.
March 24, 2001
many heades, so many wittes.
March 23, 2001
I specialize in what the French call la petite histoire.
I am interested in the individual thumbprint.
—Katherine Anne Porter
March 22, 2001
Art is long, life short;
judgment difficult, opportunity transient.
March 21, 2001
The dew of thy birth is of the womb of the morning.
of Common Prayer
March 20, 2001
years was enough of Harvard. I still had a lot to learn, but had been given the liberating notion that now I could teach myself.
March 19, 2001
he rode alone, / With his Yemen sword for aid; / Ornament it carried none / But the notches on the blade.
March 18, 2001
immense cities lie basking on the beaches of the continent like whales that have taken to the land.
March 17, 2001
anyone asks me about the Irish character, I say look at the trees. Maimed, stark and misshapen, but ferociously tenacious.
March 16, 2001
want economy and they will pay any price to get it.
March 15, 2001
He is never less at leisure
than when at leisure.
March 14, 2001
When a man sits with a pretty girl for an hour, it seems like
a minute. But let him sit on a hot stove for a minute—and it’s longer than any hour. That’s relativity.
March 13, 2001
once put out thy light, / Thou cunning’st pattern of excelling nature, / I know not where is that Promethean heat /
That can thy light relume.
—Othello. Act v. Sc. 2.
March 12, 2001
Westward the course of empire takes its way; / The four first
acts already past, / A fifth shall close the drama with the day: / Time’s noblest offspring is the last.
March 11, 2001
was luxuries like air conditioning that brought down the Roman Empire. With air conditioning their windows were shut, they
couldn’t hear the barbarians coming.
March 10, 2001
To be loose with grammar is to be
loose with the worst woman in the world.
—Otis C. Edwards
March 9, 2001
’T is education forms the
common mind: / Just as the twig is bent the tree ’s inclined.
The East and
the West in the spring of the world shall blend / As a man and a woman that plight / Their troth in the warm spring night.
March 7, 2001
was not built in one day.
March 6, 2001
God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers, / And thrusts the
thing we have prayed for in our face, / A gauntlet with a gift in it.
—Elizabeth Barrett Browning
March 5, 2001
do two thirds of the world’s work…. Yet they earn only one tenth of the world’s income and own less than
one percent of the world’s property.
—Barber B. Conable Jr
March 4, 2001
Make-believe colors the past with
innocent distortion, and it swirls ahead of us in a thousand ways—in science, in politics, in every bold intention.
March 3, 2001
the ringing of the telephone takes precedence over everything. It reaches a point of terrorism, particularly at dinnertime.
March 2, 2001
oil and gas of the Texas future is the well-educated mind. But we are still worried about whether Midland can beat Odessa
March 1, 2001
Let a hundred flowers bloom.