I often reread books I have written

An honest politician is either a hypocrite - or he is doomed.

Though I am a Catholic, a professing one, I have serious doubts about the survival of the human personality after death.

Honest men live on charity in their age; the almshouses are full of men who never stole a copper penny. Honest men are the fools and the saints.

Mankind adores its betrayers, and murders its saviors.

One of my grandsons used to insist, when he was only 3 or 4, that he had been born and had lived in India

Are we not all desperate one way or another?