Most men live like raisins in a cake of custom.

To think at its best is to find oneself carried down the current of necessity.

When the man who knows all about the fruit fly chromosomes finds himself sitting next to an authority on Beowulf... there may be an uneasy silence.

Once the anchor of reason has been cut, one's craft may go anywhere. One may become a St Francis or equally a Hitler.

Shakespeare without Othello, Lear, Macbeth and Hamlet would be all too much like Hamlet without the prince.

It got to be an American custom, like talk shows, Face the Nation, marriage counseling, marathon encounters, or zoning hearings.