Proverbs are always platitudes until you have personally experienced the truth of them.

What’s the point of truth or beauty or knowledge when anthrax bombs are popping all around you?

Speed, it seems to me, provides the one genuinely modern pleasure.

What is absurd and monstrous about war is that men who have no personal quarrel should be trained to murder one another in cold blood.

Proverbs are always platitudes until you have personally experienced the truth of them.

You've got to be hurt and upset; otherwise you can't think of the really good, penetrating, X-rayish phrases.

The condition of being forgiven is self-abandonment. The proud man prefers self-reproach, however painful --because the reproached self isn't abandoned; it remains intact.