The muttered hint, "Remember, you have a stroke here," freezes my joints like a blast from Siberia.

The New England spirit does not seek solutions in a crowd; raw light and solitariness are less dreaded than welcomed as enhancers of our essential selves.

Government [is] an illusion the governed should not encourage.

If you're telling me I'm not mature, that's one thing I don't cry over since as far as I can make out it's the same thing as being dead.

The guarantee that our self enjoys an intended relation to the outer world is most, if not all, we ask from religion. God is the self projected onto reality by our natural and necessary optimism. He is the not-me personified.

It's great to have an enemy. Sharpens your senses.

Accent the ugly until it becomes gorgeous.