Infants are interesting only to their parents.

Slowly the wasters and despoilers are impoverishing our land, our nature, and our beauty, so that there will not be one beach, one hill, one lane, one meadow, one forest free from the debris of man and the stigma of his improvidence.

Borders are scratched across the hearts of men By strangers with a calm, judicial pen, And when the borders bleed we watch with dread The lines of ink across the map turn red.

For every five well-adjusted and smoothly functioning Americans, there are two who never had the chance to discover themselves. It may well be because they have never been alone with themselves.

The right to choose death when life no longer holds meaning is not only the next liberation but the last human right.

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

Is there no end to this escalation of desire?