Why look any further if you've discovered complete satisfaction.

While we allow the inhabitants of imaginary remote corners the authenticity of savages or sufferers, we rarely suppose them to possess the authenticity of complex, sophisticated perceptions.

The more words I have, the more distinct, precise my perceptions become--and such lucidity is a form of joy.

The authentic is almost never found by being pursued; but there is no missing it when you are in its presence.

It may be that just as tonality recurs in music and realism in painting, so the idea of liberalism recurs in politics-though each time in a different vein.

There is nothing like a gleam of humor to reassure you that a fellow human being is ticking inside a strange face.

Perhaps, if we don't always have a conscious conscience, we have a subliminal one, from which the memory of past wrongs is not so easily erased.