The advertiser is the overrewarded court jester and court pander at the democratic court.

Happiness is itself a kind of gratitude.

Though we face the facts of sex we are more reluctant than ever to face the fact of death or the crueler facts of life, either biological or social.

There are some optimists who search eagerly for the skunk cabbage which in February sometimes pushes itself up through the ice, and who call it a sign of spring. I wish that I could feel that way about it, but I do not. The truth of the matter, to me, is simply that skunk cabbage blooms in the winter time.

Two-legged creatures we are supposed to love as we love ourselves. The four-legged, also, can come to seem pretty important. But six legs are too many from the human standpoint.

To have passed through life and never experienced solitude is to have never known oneself. To have never known oneself is to have never known anyone.

Every time a value is born, existence takes on a new meaning; every time one dies, some part of that meaning passes away.