When the situation is hopeless, there's nothing to worry about.

Love implies anger. The man who is angered by nothing cares about nothing.

The artist's job? To be a miracle worker: make the blind see, the dull feel, the dead to live.

Abolition of a woman's right to abortion, when and if she wants it, amounts to compulsory maternity: a form of rape by the State.

The ready availability of suicide, like sex and alcohol, is one of life's basic consolations.

The idea of wilderness needs no defense, it only needs defenders.

Whenever I read _Time_ or _Newsweek_ or such magazines, I wash my hands afterward. But how to wash off the small but odious stain such reading leaves on the mind?