Familiarity doesn't breed contempt, it is contempt.

A home without a grandmother is like an egg without salt.

If you ever meet someone who cannot understand why solitary confinement is considered punishment, you have met a misanthrope.

I simply like guns because you can't shoot people without them.

I wasn't used to children and they were getting on my nerves. Worse, it appeared that I was a child, too. I hadn't known that before; I thought I was just short.

Writers who have nothing to say always strain for metaphors to say it in.

If we define a misanthrope as 'someone who does not suffer fools and likes to see fools suffer,' we have described a person with something to look forward to.

The more immoral we become in big ways, the more puritanical we become in little ways.

God may have loved the common people, but a trip to any shopping mall suggests that He made far too many of them.

Golf is an exercise in Scottish pointlessness for people who are no longer able to throw telephone poles at each other.

Democracy is the fig leaf of elitism.

Vanity might be a "sin" according to some lights, but he thought in measured doses it was one of life's allowable simple pleasures. It helped everyone get through their days.

The knowledge of God’s Word without love is a destructive force because it puffs us up with pride and legalism.

Maybe that's the whole teen oeuvre, you know covering people in disgusting bodily fluids and whatnot.

My favorite symbols were those which I didn't understand.

Lost are we, and are only so far punished, That without hope we live on in desire.

Be in the habit of experimenting with your clothing so that you don't get stuck for life with a self-image developed over the course of high school.

I don't listen to the radio too much, but usually I listen to Stanley Brothers and Ralph Stanley more than I do anybody!

That's the classical mind at work, runs fine inside but looks dingy on the surface.

My father upon the Abbey stage, before him a raging crowd. "This Land of Saints," and then as the applause died out, "Of plaster Saints;" his beautiful mischievous head thrown back.

The adventure of the Christian life begins when we dare to do what we would never tackle without Christ.