I am paraphrasing Einstein. I love to do that: nobody dares contradict me.

So how are things going along? Pretty good. Going to be good tomorrow? Hope so.

The trouble with censorship is that once it starts it is hard to stop. Just about every book contains something that someone objects to.

For the next century, we've got to put together what we so carelessly tore apart with so little concern for those who were gonna follow us. ... You've got to sound off.

One night a guy hit his head on a welding gun. He went to his knees. He was bleeding like a pig, blood was oozing out. So I stopped the line for a second and ran over to help him. The foreman turned the line on again, he almost stepped on the guy. That's the first thing they always do. They didn't even call an ambulance. The guy walked to the medic department -- that's about half a mile -- he had about five stitches put in his head. The foreman didn't say anything. He just turned the line on. You're nothing to any of them.

I read somewhere that when a person takes part in community action, his health improves. Something happens to him or to her biologically. It's like a tonic.

I find labels "liberal" and "conservative" of little meaning. Our language has become perverted along with the thoughts of many of us.