Murals in restaurants are on a par with the food in museums.

What baffles me is the comfort people find in the idea that somebody dealt this mess. Blind and meaningless chance seems to me so much more congenial - or at least less horrible. Prove to me that there is a God and I will really begin to despair.

We are nothing but a string of gut on a stick of bone riding this piece of astral soot for one piteous splinter of eternity.

We must love one another, yes, yes, that's all true enough, but nothing says we have to like each other. It may be the very recognition of all men as our brothers that accounts for the sibling rivalry, and even enmity, we have toward so many of them.

We must love one another, yes, yes, that's all true enough, but nothing says we have to like each other.

Celibacy is the worst form of self-abuse.

There are times when breakfast seems the one thing worth getting up for.