The radical intelligence in the moderate position is the only place where the center holds. Or so it seems.

People have been modeling their lives after films for years, but the medium is somehow unsuited to moral lessons, cautionary tales or polemics of any kind.

Idle people are often bored and bored people, unless they sleep a lot, are cruel. It is not accident that boredom and cruelty are great preoccupations in our time.

Bored people, unless they sleep a lot, are cruel.

Lyda was an exuberant, even a dramatic gardener.... She was always holding up a lettuce or a bunch of radishes with an air of resolute courage, as though she had shot them herself.

Fear . . . is forward. No one is afraid of yesterday.

There follows a little obscenity here, a dash of philosophy there, considerable whining overall, and a modern satirical novel is born.

My dislike has no consequences. It accrues only in my mind—like preserves on a shelf or guns zeroing in, and never firing.

No one ever confides a secret to one person only. No one destroys all copies of a document.

My capacity for having a good time exists. It surfaces, however, on odd occasions.

The whole magic of a plot requires that somebody be impeded from getting something over with.

Sometimes the end is only a beginning

To create a just world for women, we must firstly teach men to be just!

Change the life is difficult but not impossible, Just we need to take a step forward and that is only the difficulty

Producer's Surplus is a convenient name for the genus of which the rent of land is the leading species.

That's one of the horrors of war, that you can train a person, train them to hate, train them to kill. It's a terrible thought.

Calvin had long been uneasy in his own person and so lived to put everyone else at ease.

It's a physical challenge. It's a spiritual challenge. I'm studying almost every day a different symphony, not returning to any one for a week.

Every man--I know this--turns weak, pliant, ridiculous as soon as he's in love.

All discoveries in art and science result from an accumulation of errors.

A thought once awakened does not again slumber.