I hope for peace and sanity - it's the same thing.

The issue is jobs. You can't get away from it: jobs. Having a buck or two in your pocket and feeling like somebody.

Nonetheless, do I have respect for people who believe in the hereafter? Of course I do. I might add, perhaps even a touch of envy too, because of the solace.

I have a big mouth, and I never met a petition I didn't like, so of course in the McCarthy days I got in trouble.

We use the word 'hope' perhaps more often than any other word in the vocabulary: 'I hope it's a nice day.' 'Hopefully, you're doing well.' 'So how are things going along? Pretty good. Going to be good tomorrow? Hope so.'

The answer is to say 'No!' to authority when authority is wrong.

I want, of course, peace, grace, and beauty. How do you do that? You work for it.