My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.

Both T.S. Eliot and I like to play, but I like to play euchre, while he likes to play Eucharist.

Nothing gold can stay.

All those who try to go it sole alone, Too proud to be beholden for relief, Are absolutely sure to come to grief.

The strongest and most effective force in guaranteeing the long-term maintenance of power is not violence in all the forms deployed by the dominant to control the dominated, but consent in all the forms in which the dominated acquiesce in their own domination.

Here are your waters and your watering place. Drink and be whole again beyond confusion.

At bottom the world isn't a joke. We only joke about it to avoid an issue with someone, to let someone know that we know he's there with his questions; to disarm him by seeming to have heard and done justice to his side of the standing argument.