God loves the lowly. When we live humbly, he takes our small efforts and creates great things.
The 50s face was angry, the 60s face was well-fed, the 70s face was foxy. Perhaps it was the right expression: there was a lot to be wary about.
I turn over a new leaf every day. But the blots show through.
Ninety-five percent of all statistics, including this one, are bogus.
I cannot bring myself to vote for a woman who has been voice-trained to speak to me as though my dog has just died.
Life is a campus: in a Greenwich Village bookstore, looking for a New Yorker collection, I asked of an earnest-looking assistant where I might find the humour section. Peering over her granny glasses, she enquired, "Humour studies would that be, sir?
Lying in bed, I abandoned the facts again and was back in Ambrosia.
Obviously sex and nudity sells, but that's what people go to cable for but that's not going to happen on network daytime television. . . so I think it really is always going to come down to story. How do you make a story interesting enough so people will tune in? That's always going to be it.
You can't easily break out of this cycle of love. It's always here and there up and down. . pain and joy, this wonderful feeling of being in love, which will come to an end later, is so dominating through your entire life. And you cannot escape it.
Nice customs curtsy to great kings.
. . . I am afraid that education is conceived more in terms of indoctrination by most school officials than in terms of enlightenment. My own belief is that education must be subversive if it is to be meaningful. By this I mean that it must challenge all the things we take for granted, examine all accepted assumptions, tamper with every sacred cow, and instill a desire to question and doubt. Without this the mere instruction to memorise data is empty. The attempt to enforce conventional mediocrity on the young is criminal.