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.

One can live with the thought of one's own death. It is the thought of the death of the words and books that is terrifying for that is the deeper extinction.

Leaders make things possible. Exceptional leaders make them inevitable.

The Church became both more accessible and less imposing. It threw itself open to risk.

Not to forgive is to be imprisoned by the past, by old grievances that do not permit life to proceed with new business.

Handwriting is civilization's casual encephalogram.

A day cannot live in infamy without the nourishment of rage. Let's have rage.