A mother's sorrow is more true, honorable, and beautiful than the detachment of the sage.

Of all the featherless beasts, only man, chained by his self-imposed slavery to the clock, denies the elemental fire and proceeds as best he can about his business, suffering quietly, martyr to his madness. Much to learn.

Chastity is more a state of mind than of anatomy.

When riding my old Harley a ninety per at midnight down the Via Roma in Naples, I kept one consolation firmly in mind: If anything goes wrong, I'll never have time to regret it.

What our economists call a depressed area almost always turns out to be a cleaner, freer, more livable place than most.

The absurd vanity of metaphysicians who like to imagine that they create the world by thinking about it.

Each thing in its way, when true to its own character, is equally beautiful. (p 41)