"You ought to be ashamed," a woman in an Easter bonnet told Stein. "Your race gave us our religion..." "From ancient polytheism, the belief in lots of gods," the woman continued a little more eruditely, "the Hebrew nation led us on to the idea that there is only one." "Which is just a step from the truth," said Stein.

When I can no longer bear to think of the victims of broken homes, I begin to think of the victims of intact ones.

Love's blindness consists oftener in seeing what is not there than in seeing what is.

We know the human brain is a device to keep the ears from grating on one another.

Look at it this way: Psychoanalysis is a permanent fad.

Life is a crowded superhighway with bewildering cloverleaf exits on which a man is liable to find himself speeding back in the direction he came.

It is the final proof of God's omnipotence that he need not exist in order to save us.