...the first casualty (of this crisis) had been the United Nations. It would need an immense effort, an almost superhuman effort, to restore the prestige of that organization

Oh God, if there be cricket in heaven, let there also be rain.

To my deafness I'm accustomed, To my dentures I'm resigned, I can manage my bifocals, But Oh how I miss my mind.

A man of integrity will never listen to any reason against conscience.

My wife had an uncle who could never walk down the nave of an abbey without wondering whether it would take spin.

The doctor unfortunately said I was fit.

For ebbing resolution ne'er returns, But falls still further from its former shore.

"a fatal and perhaps fateful error of judgment" "...this was the last chance for the United Nations to get a grip on themselves and apply the principles of their Charter"

There are only two problems in my life. The political ones are insoluble and the economic ones are incomprehensible.

I strive everyday to be a great parent so my kids can be better people when they move out into the world on their own.

There was an end to weeping. Mourning, however, ebbed and surged but never ceased flowing.

People align with movements they can believe in, and it is the human, intellectual, and financial investment in genuine content that defines experiences.

Readable text and authority so that readers know how to spend - no matter how much information there is, I have the same number of minutes in my day, and I need to look to sources that I trust.

Any opinion writer worth his salt would have rejected the quaint notion that certain eternally aggrieved identity groups have exclusive linguistic rights to words in the English language.

You don't throw your life away Going Inside You get to know who's watching you And besides you resides in your body

I wonder what the difference between love and control is, but I'm afraid to look those words up in a dictionary.

Everything is possible in this life.

He who sounds his own trumpet will soon find plenty to laugh at him.

I'm very scared, Buster. Yes, at last. Because it could go on forever. Not knowing what's yours until you've thrown it away.