Leaks and whispers are a daily routine of news-gathering in Washington.

A profound political question is suddenly on the table: Must the country continue to give precedence to private financial gain and market determinism over human lives and broad public values?

The regime of globalization promotes an unfettered marketplace as the dynamic instrument organizing international relations.

Folks in the bottom half of the economy are already squeezed hard. They will be bloodied and bankrupt if economic policy inadvertently induces a recession.

Money is power in American politics. It always has been.

The threat to globalization is not the wasted American dollars but Washington's readiness to mix US commercial interests with its self-appointed role as global protector.

In the deregulated realm of US banking and finance, crime does occasionally pay for its foul deeds, not in prison time but by making modest rebates to the victims.

The present struggle seems less about abolishing big government than about who gets to use it.

People know elections, like television commercials, are not real.

Obviously, people with low or even moderate incomes could not afford such savings rates, and even diligent savings from their low wages would not be enough to pay for either retirement or healthcare.

The economy is not governed with the bottom half in mind.

Happiness is found in doing, not merely possessing.

Our lives pass from us like the wind, and why Should wise men grieve to know that they must die? The Judas blossom fades, the lovely face Of light is dimmed, and darkness takes its place.

The only pressure I feel is what I put on myself.

Personally I don't believe in standing on the ice, or jamming the blueline, waiting. I have always told my players that hockey has to be played on your toes.

The point is that for our ancestors, the universe was a picture; for modern physics it is a story.

Music is truly love itself, the purest, most ethereal language of the emotions, embodying all their changing colors in every variety of shading and nuance.

My sustenance is information. My interventions are hidden. I increase as I learn. I compute, so I am.

O, what nowadays does science not conceal! How much, at least, it is meant to conceal!

As our domestic fowls are said to have their original in the wild pheasant of India, so our domestic thoughts have their prototypes in the thoughts of her philosophers.

But you want to see shapes; you want to see stories, so you pick them out of the sky.