No one can possibly have lived through the Great Depression without being scarred by it. No amount of experience since the depression can convince someone who has lived through it that the world is safe economically.

We're forever teetering on the brink of the unknowable, and trying to understand what can't be understood.

However, I continue to try and I continue, indefatigably, to reach out. There's no way I can single-handedly save the world or, perhaps, even make a perceptible difference - but how ashamed I would be to let a day pass without making one more effort.

Every religion seems like a fantasy to outsiders, but as holy truth to those of the faith.

It has always been my ambition to die in harness with my head face down on a keyboard and my nose caught between two of the keys.

Nothing interferes with my concentration. You could put on an orgy in my office and I wouldn't look up. Well, maybe once.

Democracy cannot survive overpopulation.