I know only two words of American slang, 'swell' and 'lousy'. I think 'swell' is lousy, but 'lousy' is swell.

We are members of one body. We are responsible for each other.

We must beware the revenge of the starved senses, the embittered animal in its prison.

Living in an age of advertisement, we are perpetually disillusioned. The perfect life is spread before us every day, but it changes and withers at a touch.

We cannot get grace from gadgets.

The real lost souls don't wear their hair long and play guitars. They have crew cuts and trained minds, sign on for research in biological warfare, and don't give their parents a moment's worry.

The greatest writers of this age... are aware of the mystery of our existence.