For decades, I have been a militant anti-declinist in terms of America's place in the world.

[Canada's social welfare system is] an overgenerous reinsurance policy for an underachieving people.

All emphasis in American prisons is on punishment, retribution, and disparagement, and almost none is on rehabilitation.

Given the genocidal belligerence of Iranian threats against Israel, it is hard to take issue with Israel's right to preemptive self-defense.

Greed has been severely underestimated and denigrated - unfairly so, in my opinion.

There is not one shred of evidence that the Internet has had any downward influence on North American or European newspaper circulation.

Economics is half psychology and half Grade Three arithmetic, and the U.S. does not now have either half right.

Terrorists cannot threaten the survival of a great nation.

The American legal industry is a medieval guild in which the prosecutors, bar, and bench join hands to ensure that legal invoices are paid, no matter how excessive.

I made 50 million bucks yesterday. That's a flameout I could get used to.

The U.S. prosecution service is eating at the soul of the American republic. It is an absolute danger to everyone.

We are star stuff which has taken its destiny into its own hands.

Despite I may be surrounded by many friends, there is not one that interests me as much as you do

Whatever doesn't kill them, makes them make reality TV shows...

I feel very open with people, and I'm good at disarming them and having conversations.

If we now seek the spiritual significance of the technique of Michelangelo we shall find that his sculpture expressed restless energy.

I have been a conspirator for so long that I mistrust all around me.

I like irrational things. I like scenarios where I can think, 'It would be great if at this point we could do x.' And there doesn't have to be a reason for 'x'.

Only the hardest roads make us really feel that we are alive! Leave the easy roads!

Vice is but a nurse of agonies.

Oh longing for places that were not Cherished enough in that fleeting hour How I long to make good from afar The forgotten gesture, the additional act.