Our sanity depends essentially on a narrowness of vision--the ability to select the elements vital to survival, while ignoring the great truths.

We learn from tragedy. Slowly.

Television ... the new gladiatorial arena.

Very odd, old age. Always knew it would happen, if I was lucky. I just didn't expect it so soon.

We do have choice, but not without some agony.

Those who do not have imaginary conversations do not love.

We are here to add to the sum of human goodness. To prove the thing exists.