Often what we take for a kindness is just someone acting in their capacity as a human being.

Your clothes smell heavily of clothing. Your den is filled with low-hanging palls of fresh air. The only rattle in your car is the sound of toll change in the ashtray. The absence of telltale tobacco stains on your shirt collar tells the tale - you've licked the smoking habit.

Ah, yes, my social life — a series of encounters where we briefly debate who is in the greater rush.

If man were relieved of all superstition, and all prejudice, and had replaced these with a keen sensitivity to his real environment, and moreover had achieved a level of communication so simplified that one syllable could express his every thought, then he would have achieved the level of intelligence already achieved by his dog.

Despite the goings-on in Congress, I don't believe the USA is bordering on madness. I believe Mexico and Canada are.

I cultivate my garden, and my garden cultivates me.

I am told to just be myself, but as much as I have practiced the impression, I am still no good at it.