We live in a time of twin credulities: the hunger for the miraculous combined with a servile awe of science. The mating of the two gives us superstition plus scientism -- a Mongoloid metaphysic.

There never was a good war or a bad revolution.

Nothing could be older than the daily news, nothing deader than yesterday's newspaper.

Quantum mechanics provides us with an approximate, plausible, conjectural explanation of what actually is, or was, or may be taking place inside a cyclotron during a dark night in February.

One of the pleasant things about small town life is that everyone, whether rich or poor, liked or disliked, has some kind of a role and place in the community. I never felt that living in a city - as I once did for a couple of years.

Why this cult of wilderness?... because we like the taste of freedom; because we like the smell of danger.

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.