Is there intellectual life in America? At present, the answer is no.

History shows that male homosexuality, which like prostitution flourishes with urbanization and soon becomes predictably ritualized, always tends toward decadence.

The moment is ripe for an experienced businessman to talk practical, prudent economics to the electorate - which is why Mitt Romney's political fortunes are steadily being resurrected from the grave.

Women's studies is a comfy, chummy morass of unchallenged groupthink . It is, with rare exception, totally unscholarly. Academic feminists have silenced men and dissenting women.

There is no female Mozart because there is no female Jack the Ripper.

Rule of art: Cant kills creativity!

Human life began in flight and fear. Religion rose from rituals of propitiation, spells to lull the punishing elements.

Women are in league with each other, a secret conspiracy of hearts and pheromones

Promiscuity in men may cheapen love but sharpen thought. Promiscuity in women is illness, a leakage of identity.

Daytime soap operas, which I used to adore, have been declining in quality and importance for over a decade, and I gradually stopped monitoring them.

If civilization had been left in female hands we would still be living in grass huts.

Nobody can stop natural disaster, we are the cause and we are the remedy.

Failing to forgive yourself for certain wrongs you committed in the past can create self-dislike.

It takes time, or does time take it?

The Concept of Gender Does Not Exist....All There Is, Is What Is

Music, even with these dial-up connections you have to the Internet, is very practical to download.

Fashion may not be a weapon of the woman but at least it gives her the ammunition.

I love music, of course, and many, many, many genres. There are hardly any songs I would say that I hate. There's a couple, and I don't even know exactly why I don't like them.

Indeed, this epistemological theory of the relation between theory and experiment differs sharply from the epistemological theory of naive falsificationism.

A long-established occupation may form the very foundations of the moral life, that the art with which a man has solaced his toil may be the salvation of his uncertain temperament.

My mother says I have boring percussion.