Happiness comes of the capacity to feel deeply, to enjoy simply, to think freely, to risk life, to be needed.

A politician is forced to make a habit of noble phrases and optimistic lies. In the end they infect himself.

Language is one of the thin walls humanity has built up over centuries against its own bestial and destructive impulses.

The least stupid question a man asks in his lifetime is not: Is there a God and is He a god or a devil? But: Brother, why are you killing me?

Mere human beings cant afford to be fanatical about anything. Not even about justice or loyalty. The fanatic for justice ends by murdering a million helpless people to clear a space for his law-courts. If we are to survive on this planet, there must be compromises.

For what I have received may the Lord make me truly thankful. And more truly for what I have not received.

To reject censorship after studying the risks involved is very well. To reject it ex cathedra, in the tones of Calvin pronouncing a dogma, eyes and mind closed to the possible consequences, the even marginally possible, is to make things too comfortable for oneself.