That specific remedy for the worldwide epidemic of depression is a gift called the blues.

There were lots of things to stop and see-and then it was time to go, always time to go.

Unhappy failures need not apply.

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.

Sometimes I wonder about the Creator of the Universe.

Of course, socialism is just evil now. It's completely discredited supposedly by the collapse of the Soviet Union, but I can't help noticing that my grandchildren are heavily in hock to Communist China now which is evidently a whole lot better at business than we are.

The bounties of space, of infinite outwardness, were three: empty heroics, low comedy, and pointless death.