All power rests on hierarchy: An army is nothing but a well-organized lynch mob.

If there's anything I hate, it's the vibraphone. And the cha-cha-cha. And Latin rhythms generally.

Through logic and inference we can prove anything. Therefore, logic and inference, in contrast to ordinary daily living experience, are secondary instruments of knowledge. Probably tertiary.

Congress is always willing to appropriate money for more and bigger paved roads, anywhere -- particularly if they form loops.

Reincarnation? There is such a thing. What could be more Mozartian than the Nutcracker Suite?

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.

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.