The happy problem of our time - longer life.

We will not think noble because we are not noble. We will not live in beautiful harmony because there is no such thing in this world, nor should there be. We promise only to do our best and to live out our lives. Dear God, that's all we can promise in truth.

Lonely. I always thought loneliness meant alone, without people. It means something else.

You can always spot clothes made in a good place.

I cannot and will not cut my conscience to fit this year's fashions.

There are people who eat the earth and eat all the people on it like in the Bible with the locusts. And other people who stand around and watch them eat.

Nothing, of course, begins at the time you think it did.