The "terror" of the French Revolution lasted for ten years. The terror that preceded and led to it lasted for a thousand years.

Critics are like ticks on a dog or tits on a motor: ornamental but dysfunctional.

And if the computer gives you any back talk, pour some well-sugared office coffee into its evil little silicon brain.

A life without tragedy would not be worth living.

The love of a man for his wife, his child, of the land where he lives and works, is for me the real meaning of mystical experience.

Is it possible to grow wiser without knowing it? One hopes so. We all hope so.

What ideal, immutable Platonic cloud could equal the beauty and perfection of any ordinary everyday cloud floating over, say, Tuba City, Arizona, on a hot day in June?