Love is the bond between men, the way to teach and the center of the world.
Crime is rampant. We even steal away from responsibility.
Why have computers? Politicians are far more calculating.
The atmosphere of Venus consists of ammonia, sulfur, and nitric oxide. Man must have lived there once.
The Jesus who makes everything okay for everyone is a phantom, a dream, not a real figure.
I would especially like to re-court the Muse of poetry, who ran off with the mailman four years ago, and drops me only a scribbled postcard from time to time.
People with self-respect exhibit a certain toughness, a kind of moral nerve; they display what was once called *character,* a quality which, although approved in the abstract, sometimes loses ground to the other, more instantly negotiable virtues. . . . character--the willingness to accept responsibility for one's own life--is the source from which self-respect springs.
I had my Aunt Rosie, who was famous and then not, so I got a lesson in fame early on. And I understood how little it has to do with you. And also how you could use it.