The earth, like the sun, like the air, belongs to everyone - and to no one.

I despise my own nation most. Because I know it best. Because I still love it, suffering from Hope. For me, that's patrotism.

The one thing ... that is truly ugly is the climate of hate and intimidation, created by a noisy few, which makes the decent majority reluctant to air in public their views on anything controversial. ... Where all pretend to be thinking alike, it's likely that no one is thinking at all.

Epitaphs for a gravestone: 'Please: no hooliganism'; or 'Es prohibe se hace agua aqui'; or 'No comment'.

In marriage, the occasional catastrophic crisis is easier to manage than the daily routine.

In America, as elsewhere, the general irritability level keeps rising.

If America could be, once again, a nation of self-reliant farmers, craftsmen, hunters, ranchers, and artists, then the rich would have little power to dominate others. Neither to serve nor to rule: That was the American dream.