If you're right, and nobody really cares what's out there, I wonder whether we're even worth saving.

Most of us sleepwalk through our lives. We take all its glories, its wine, food, love, and friendship, its sunsets and its stars, its poetry and fireplaces and laughter, for granted. We forget that experience is not, or should not be, a casual encounter, but rather an embrace. Consequently, for too many of us, when we come to the end, we wonder where the years have gone. And we suspect we have not lived.

There is nothing that overwhelms the senses quite like an unwelcome silence.

Of course, they (i. e., demons) had always been observed with some regularity, but that could usually be ascribed to an overabundance of piety or wine or imagination. Take your pick.

Show me what a people admire, and I will tell you everything about them that matters.

The secret to a successful career in virtually any field is good public relations. Forget results. Forget the facts. Perception is all that matters.

How does it happen that the most intractable types always rise to the top?