But in action, one defies one's character.

Art is an end in itself; its values are intrinsic.

The intellectual takes as a starting point his self and relates the world to his own sensibilities; the scientist accepts an existing field of knowledge and seeks to map out the unexplored terrain.

Europe, in legend, has always been the home of subtle philosophical discussion; America was the land of grubby pragmatism.

I am too weary to listen, too angry to hear.

One simply turns to the ideological vending machine, and out comes the prepared formulae.

Art is the aesthetic ordering of experience to express meanings in symbolic terms.

The impulse of the journalist is to be novel, yet to relate his curiosities to the urgencies of the moment; the philosopher seeks what he conceives to be true, regardless of the moment.

... Art is a soaring exercise of the human imagination.

Wise men still seek Him today.

Art is the reordering of nature - the qualities of space and time - in new perceptual and material form.

On the forest floor was the LVR's smoldering ceiling panel, just lying there like the lid of a sardine can that had been eagerly and violently thrown away by someone who very much liked sardines.

Beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should like to stretch out over the whole of time.

Donald Trump believes that climate change is a hoax. Now, this is not just a stupid expression, but it is incredibly dangerous.

Time, which wears down and diminishes all things, augments and increases good deeds, because a good turn liberally offered to a reasonable man grows continually through noble thought and memory.

I know a man in Ft. Worth with 100,000 head of cattle. No bodies, just heads.

There are no solved problems; there are only problems that are more or less solved.

It's wrong to criticize government without offering a possible alternative.

Last night, I had that dream again. I dreamt I had to take a test, in a Dairy Queen, on another planet.

Man must make his choice between ease and wealth; either may be his, but not both.

The door of conciliation and compromise is finally closed by our adversaries, and it remains only to us to meet the conflict with the dignity and firmness of men worthy of freedom.