There is nothing like a man for bringing out the animal in an animal.

Uncle Scrooge preferred to let the poor die "and decrease the surplus population." Scrooge may not have had God on his side, but his arithmetic was impeccable.

Anytime you make a person into something other than himself, you make a monster.

Friends are lights in winter; the older the friend, the brighter the light.

Slum kids die slowly, their lives eroded at so languid a pace that even they would have trouble tracing the disintegration. To the children of war death explodes like a car bomb.

Whatever you think matters - doesn't. Follow this rule, and you will add decades to your life.

The God worth worshipping is the one who pays us the compliment of self - regulation, and we might return it by minding our own business.