I'm a member of that half of the human race which is inclined to divide the human race into two kinds of people. My dividing line runs between the people who crave certainty and the people who trust chance.

We cannot separate the air that chokes from the air upon which wings beat.

Incompetence is a double-edged banana.

I mean I look forward to the day when I can be Republican again.

But groundless hope, like unconditional love, is the only kind worth having.

One may as well be optimistic. The road to catastrophe will be rougher if it's paved with dread.

I've begun to wonder if we wouldn't also regard spelunkers as desperate criminals if AT&T owned all the caves.