Beauty is our weapon against nature; by it we make objects, giving them limit, symmetry, proportion. Beauty halts and freezes the melting flux of nature.

History shows that male homosexuality, which like prostitution flourishes with urbanization and soon becomes predictably ritualized, always tends toward decadence.

The moment is ripe for an experienced businessman to talk practical, prudent economics to the electorate - which is why Mitt Romney's political fortunes are steadily being resurrected from the grave.

Women's studies is a comfy, chummy morass of unchallenged groupthink . It is, with rare exception, totally unscholarly. Academic feminists have silenced men and dissenting women.

There is no female Mozart because there is no female Jack the Ripper.

Rule of art: Cant kills creativity!

Human life began in flight and fear. Religion rose from rituals of propitiation, spells to lull the punishing elements.

Women are in league with each other, a secret conspiracy of hearts and pheromones

Promiscuity in men may cheapen love but sharpen thought. Promiscuity in women is illness, a leakage of identity.

Daytime soap operas, which I used to adore, have been declining in quality and importance for over a decade, and I gradually stopped monitoring them.

If civilization had been left in female hands we would still be living in grass huts.

I believe most of the public should be involved in the election of the leadership.

As Americans, we tend to look at Mexican food as nachos, which is not Mexican food really - they don't eat them.

He who has got more than that is required to fulfill his basic need spends his resources, more often than not, on the people and the products that he does not actually need.

I learned have, not to despise,What ever thing seemes small in common eyes.

Her glare was so intense that you completely forgot she was wearing pink.

Doubt is the brother of shame.

The link between peace and stability on the one hand, and social and economic growth on the other, is dialectic. Peace, poverty, and backwardness cannot mix in one region.

Is this place called Virgins? Well, I shouldn't be here! -Nina

I remember everyone asking, 'What did you do to get so thin? You looked great.' I looked emaciated.

While the fates permit, live happily; life speeds on with hurried step, and with winged days the wheel of the headlong year is turned.