Take it moment by moment, and you will find that we are all, as I’ve said before, bugs in amber.

Mere opinions, in fact, were as likely to govern people's actions as hard evidence, and were subject to sudden reversals as hard evidence could never be.

It's a small world. When you put it in a cemetery, it is.

There is a tragic flaw in our precious constitution, and I don't know what can be done to fix it. This is it: Only nut cases want to be president.

Charm was a scheme for making strangers like and trust a person immediately, no matter what the charmer had in mind.

What we will be seeking... for the rest of our lives will be large, stable communities of like-minded people, which is to say relatives. They no longer exist. The lack of them is not only the main cause, but probably the only cause of our shapeless discontent in the midst of such prosperity.

I couldn't survive my own pessimism if I didn't have some kind of sunny little dream.