It may be true that there are no atheists in foxholes. But you don't find many Christians there, either. Or, about as many of one as the other.

Civilization, like an airplane in flight, survives only as it keeps going forward.

And if the computer gives you any back talk, pour some well-sugared office coffee into its evil little silicon brain.

Girls: I never wanted them all. Just all the ones I wanted.

At some point we must draw a line across the ground of our home and our being, drive a spear into the land and say to the bulldozers, earthmovers, government and corporations, "thus far and no further." If we do not, we shall later feel, instead of pride, the regret of Thoreau, that good but overly-bookish man, who wrote, near the end of his life, "If I repent of anything it is likely to be my good behaviour.

Paradise for a happy man lies in his own good nature.

Books are like eggs -- best when fresh.