The feminist notion that the whole of human history has been nothing but a vast intricate conspiracy by men to enslave their wives, mothers, daughters, and sisters presents us with an intellectual neurosis for which we do not yet have a name.

It is true that some of my fiction was based on actual events. But the events took place after the fiction was written.

In a nation of sheep, one brave man forms a majority.

Is it possible to grow wiser without knowing it? One hopes so. We all hope so.

You can't belay a man who's falling in love.

Life without music would be an intolerable insult.

How did Haydn and Mozart produce such vast quantities of formally perfect art? They worked from a perfect formula. In music, Beethoven was the Great Emancipator.