If personality expresses itself by acts of discrimination, and discrimination, besides being taboo, has no material to work on, what becomes of personality? It shrinks, it atrophies, it dies.

What would it be like if I were free, not enslaved by my conditioning?

More than anything, it is that sense - that despite great differences in wealth, we rise and fall together - that we can't afford to lose.

Things don't look hopeful for Darwinian naturalists.

Not everyone wants to be sexy everyday, wearing tight dresses and spanx.

We can always do it better.

I'm getting better at it everyday.

When people are least sure, they are often most dogmatic.

If I had known how wonderful it would be to have grandchildren, I'd have had them first.

Watches may disagree, but let us not.

More and more I'm aware that the permutations are not unlimited.