Love is our response to our highest values. Love is self-enjoyment. The noblest love is born out of admiration of another's values.

This is the age othe common man, they tell us-a title which any man may claim to the extent osuch distinction as he has managed not to achieve.

Place nothing above the verdict of your own mind.

I regret nothing. There have been things I missed, but I ask no questions, because I have loved it, such as it has been, even the moments of emptiness, even the unanswered-and that I loved it, that is the unanswered in my life.

It is morally obscene to regard wealth as an anonymous, tribal product and to talk about 'redistributing' it.

I would step in the way of a bullet if it were aimed at my husband. It is not self-sacrifice to die protecting that which you value: If the value is great enough, you do not care to exist without it.

Every period ruled by mystics was an era of stagnation and want, when most men were on strike against existence.