Tolerance is the uncomfortable feeling that in the end the other could be right.

Education doesn't change life much. It just lifts trouble to a higher plane of regard.

Sentences are not different enough to hold the attention unless they are dramatic. No ingenuity of varying structure will do. All that can save them is the speaking tone of voice somehow entangled in the words and fastened to the page for the ear of the imagination. That is all that can save poetry from sing-song, all that can save prose from itself.

Thinking isn't agreeing or disagreeing. That's voting.

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.

He thought that I was after him for a feather--- The white one in his tail: like one who takes everything said as personal to himself.

No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise in the writer, no surprise in the reader.