From the point of view of a tapeworm, man was created by God to serve the appetite of the tapeworm.

Recorded history is largely an account of the crimes and disasters committed by banal little men at the levers of imperial machines.

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

Too many American authors have a servile streak where their backbone should be. Where's our latest Nobel laureate? More than likely you'll find him in the Rose Garden kissing the First Lady's foot.

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.

Filling out the form: Race? Human. Religion? Paiute. Occupation? Criminal anarchy. Hobbies? Survival with honor.

What we need now are heroes and heroines, about a million of them, one brave deed is worth a thousand books. Sentiment without action is the ruin of the soul.