Laughter is the lightning rod of play, the eroticism of conversation.

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

I never fail to be moved by knowing that the ground on which I walk is layered with the past- with achievement and strife and the repeated passions and conflicts of the human creature, always changing, always the same. Generations passing like grass.

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.

The worst losses come at night.

The vision of an entire world becoming just like us is at least as discomfiting as the thought that most of it won't.