If there's anyone still present whom I've failed to insult . . . I apologize.

In history-as-politics, the 'future' is that vacuum in time waiting to be filled with the antics of statesmen.

What our economists call a depressed area almost always turns out to be a cleaner, freer, more livable place than most.

This is the most beautiful place on Earth. There are many such places. Every man, every woman, carries in heart and mind the image of the ideal place, the right place, the one true home, known or unknown, actual or visionary.

Our contemporary Tories prefer the term 'ordered liberty' to 'freedom'. The word 'freedom' scares them; it has too much of a paleolithic ring to it.

Science transcends mere politics. As recent history demonstrates, scientists are as willing to work for a Tojo, a Hitler, or a Stalin as for the free nations of the West.

Jane Austen: Getting into her books is like getting in bed with a cadaver. Something vital is lacking; namely, life.