To fear the bourgeois is bourgeois.

The Golden Arches of McDonald's rise, glorious across the landscape, contempo-monolithic, simple in concept as Stonehenge if we could but see it.

There's a bad odor about a man who's been betrayed.

I like density, not volume. I like to leave something to the imagination. The reader must fit the pieces together, with the author's discreet help.

The part we play is not as we want it, but as we are made-with the genitals God gave us.

I've finally learned not to want things I cannot have.

Acceptance is the word we must substitute for dependence in dealing with the aged. Their acceptance of help, ours of their need.

None of the adults I knew ever touched in public, much less kneaded each others flesh.

Hindsight is common and bland as boiled potatoes.

Wouldn't a laugh serve us better than to battle it out with our mortal souls?

To say a thing simply: I am my history, but the story of my life is always guarded, self-conscious. It is finally the only story we give to someone we love.

You couldn't get a decent drink in either of them, for a start. And the boredom you got in Heaven was almost as bad as the excitement you got in Hell.

The more you look, the less you see.

Those who are quick to feel disrespected often have a spiritual vacuum in their lives, because they feel disconnected to the love of their Father in Heaven.

Tragedy turns into comedy when you watch your own drama and realizing it as a mind-created fiction designed to create you a sense of identity.

The propriety of some persons seems to consist in having improper thoughts about their neighbors.

It seems to me that a great university ought to have room in it for men subscribing to every sort of idea that is currently prevalent

The wisest man may always learn something from the humblest peasant.

As Harry Blackmun said when he wrote Roe v. Wade, 'Once a child is born, the child has basic constitutional rights: due process, equal protection of the laws.'

And the wind upon its way whispered the boughs of May, And touched the nodding peony flowers to bid them waken.

Think of all the really successful men and women you know. Do you know a single one who didn't learn very young the trick of calling attention to himself in the right quarters?