Handwriting is civilization's casual encephalogram.
Everywhere you hang your hat is home. Home is the bright cave under the hat.
Abstinence is a window of clarity through which one can better find one's work and one's mate.
As American productivity, once the exuberant engine of national wealth, has dipped to an embarrassingly uncompetitive low, Americans have shaken their heads: the country's old work ethic is dead.
A day cannot live in infamy without the nourishment of rage. Let's have rage.
The real 1960s began on the afternoon of November 22, 1963. It came to seem that Kennedy's murder opened some malign trap door in American culture, and the wild bats flapped out.