My father considered a walk among the mountains as the equivalent of churchgoing.

Hug me till you drug me, honey; Kiss me till I'm in a coma.

To associate with other like-minded people in small, purposeful groups is for the great majority of men and women a source of profound psychological satisfaction. Exclusiveness will add to the pleasure of being several, but at one; and secrecy will intensify it almost to ecstasy.

This growing poverty in the midst of growing population constitutes a permanent menace to peace. And not only to peace, but also to democratic institutions and personal liberty For overpopulation is not compatible with freedom.

When truth is nothing but truth, it's unnatural, it's an abstraction that resembles nothing in the real world.

Given the nature of spiders, webs are inevitable. And given the nature of human beings, so are religions. Spiders can't help making fly-traps, and men can't help making symbols. That's what the human brain is there for - the turn the chaos of given experience into a set of manageable symbols.

But the quiet grows and grows. Beautifully and unbearably.