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

Just because we think we're so wonderful doesn't mean we really are. We could be really terrible animals and just never admit it because it would hurt so much.

You meet saints everywhere. They can be anywhere. They are people behaving decently in an indecent society.

The insane, on occasion, are not without their charms.

As stupid and vicious as men are, this is a lovely day.

Here is the solution to the American drug problem suggested a couple years back by the wife of our President: "Just say no.

Who is more to be pitied, a writer bound and gagged by policemen or one living in perfect freedom who has nothing more to say?