My mother wanted to shrink from my clinging, but did not.
Outside literature, high-flown sentiments are merely exasperating.
Self-congratulation pleases only the speaker.
Spirituality now wanders from sex to drugs to art to revolution to violence--whatever seems to promise deliverance from the quotidian.
We do justice coldly, injustice hotly.
Never trust the judgment of an enthusiastic man; never trust the promises of a lazy one.