It's fragile what we know. It's gone every time we forget. Then someone has to learn it all over again.

The invisible hand never picks up the check.

In the beginning was the dream, and the work of disenchantment never ends.

Every moment an epiphany arrives and cleaves the mountain asunder

The only part of an argument that really matters is what we think of the people arguing.

It would take 2,000 Vietnam Memorials to list the [Twentieth] century's war dead.

None of us know our real names.