Borders are scratched across the hearts of men, by strangers with a calm, judicial pen, and when the borders bleed we watch with dread the lines of ink along the map turn red.

The earth we abuse and the living things we kill will, in the end, take their revenge; for in exploiting their presence we are diminishing our future.

All great lovers are articulate, and verbal seduction is the surest road to actual seduction.

Euthanasia ... is simply to be able to die with dignity at a moment when life is devoid of it.

The more people are reached by mass communication, the less they communicate with each other.

People on horses look better than they are. People in cars look worse than they are.

The process of maturing is an art to be learned, an effort to be sustained. By the age of fifty you have made yourself what you are, and if it is good, it is better than your youth.

In our society those who are in reality superior in intelligence can be accepted by their fellows only if they pretend they are not.

The sign of an intelligent people is their ability to control their emotions by the application of reason.

The barbarian weapon is fission: the splitting asunder. It has been perfected for death. Our only weapon is fusion: an imperfect process still, though designed for life.

Money is not an aphrodisiac: the desire it may kindle in the female eye is more for the cash than the carrier.

Language imparts identity, meaning, and perspective to our human condition. Writers are either polluters or part of the cleanup.

Women often get dropped from memory, and then history.

Some people tire me emotionally, not that they personally do anything to me, but their presence. Their presence sometimes is so heavy on the heart, and I just feel smothered by them.

According lecture, entire effort United States to incite desire, inflict want, inspire demand.

To speak of atrocious crime in mild language is treason to virtue.

We have learned in recent years to translate almost all of political life in terms of conspiracy. And the spy novel, as never before, really, has come into its own.

A shining isle in a stormy sea, We seek it ever with smiles and sighs; To-day is sad. In the bland To-be, Serene and lovely To-morrow lies.

Those who say "it's not personal, it's just business" are lying. All business is personal, and the best business is very personal.

Seeing into one's self-nature is seeing into nothingness. Seeing into nothingness is true seeing & eternal seeing

Keep your friends close and your enemies even closer.