Every Decision You Make Is A Mistake.

No People Require Maxims So Much As The American. The Reason Is Obvious: The Country Is So Vast, The People Always Going Somewhere, From Oregon Apple Valley To Boreal New England, That We Do Not Know Whether To Be Temperate Orchards Or Sterile Climate.

A Painter Can Hang His Pictures, But A Writer Can Only Hang Himself.

We Are A Most Solitary People, And We Live, Repelled By One Another, In The Gray, Outcast Cities Of Cain.

No Country Has Suffered So Much From The Ruins Of War While Being At Peace As The American.

Intellectual Sodomy, Which Comes From The Refusal To Be Simple About Plain Matters, Is As Gross And Abundant Today As Sexual Perversion And They Are Nowise Different From One Another.