Once upon a time, I dreamed of becoming a great man. Later, a good man. Now, finally, I find it difficult enough and honor enough to be -- a man.

The tank, the B-52, the fighter-bomber, the state-controlled police and military are the weapons of dictatorship. The rifle is the weapon of democracy. Not for nothing was the revolver called an "equalizer."

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.

Why is it that the destruction of something created by humans is called vandalism, yet the destruction of something created by God is called development?

It is always dishonest for a reviewer to review the author instead of the author's book.

Of course I litter the public highway. Every chance I get. After all, it's not the beer cans that are ugly; it's the highway that is ugly.

Is the Archbishop's blessing any more meaningful than the Politician's handshake? The come, they go, with bigger things than us on their minds.