The barbarian weapon is fission: the splitting asunder. It has been perfected for death. Our only weapon is fusion: an imperfect process still, though designed for life.

One is as one is, and the love that can't encompass both is a poor sort of love.

An American who can make money, invoke God, and be no better than his neighbor, has nothing to fear but truth itself.

Ribbons a-flutter and orchids a-tremble, Yearly the vigilant Daughters assemble, Affirming in fervid and firm resolutions Their permanent veto on all revolutions.

the car, by bisecting the human outline, diminishes it, producing a race of half-people in a motion not of their own making

Hoary idea, in any case, expecting a woman to surrender her name to her husband's in exchange for his. Why? Would any man submerge his identity and heritage to the woman he wed?

Flirtation is merely an expression of considered desire coupled with an admission of its impracticability.