It is not death or dying that is tragic, but rather to have existed without fully participating in life- that is the deepest personal tragedy.

Mayonnaise, like hollandaise, was invented by the French to cover up the flavor of spoiled flesh, stale vegetables, rotten fish. Beware the sauce! Where food comes beslobbered with an elegant slime you may well suspect the integrity of the basic ingredients.

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.

There are only two kinds of books -- good books and the others. The good are winnowed from the bad through the democracy of time.

The real work of men was hunting meat. The invention of agriculture was a giant step in the wrong direction, leading to serfdom, cities, and empire. From a race of hunters, artists, warriors, and tamers of horses, we degraded ourselves to what we are now: clerks, functionaries, laborers, entertainers, processors of information.

The tragedy of modern war is that the young men die fighting each other - instead of their real enemies back home in the capitals.

No man is wise enough to be another man's master. Each man's as good as the next -- if not a damn sight better.