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.

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

We are not primarily put on this earth to see through one another, but to see one another through.

Man is vile, I know, but people are wonderful.

The value of marriage is not that adults produce children but that children produce adults.

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

I was thinking that we all learn by experience, but some of us have to go to summer school.