And what is literature, Rabo," he said, "but an insider's newsletter about affairs relating to molecules, of no importance to anything in the universe but a few molecules who have the disease called 'thought'.

People who are wary of what they might find in a book if they opened one are right to be.

I really wonder what gives us the right to wreck this poor planet of ours.

My special situation was that I was the son and grandson of architects. And so I saw building. We were building the city, and that was exciting.

If it weren't for the message of mercy and pity in Jesus' Sermon on the Mount, I wouldn't want to be a human being. I would just as soon be a rattlesnake.

... uncritical love is the only real treasure.

It was headquartered in Michigan City, a long way off. I never saw Ku Klux Klan march.