In Washington, of course, evading responsibility is an art form, so it is not always easy to tell who's responsible for which mess.

Cuba's poverty is caused by the crackpot Marxist doctrines imposed by its sociopathic ruler and promoted by half the liberal arts professors on American faculties.

In practice, socialism didnt work. But socialism could never have worked because it is based on false premises about human psychology and society, and gross ignorance of human economy.

A university is not a political party, and an education is not an indoctrination.

If you have to invoke a distant past to justify a present grievance, the case for the grievance is already undermined.

No one is responsible under liberalism.

Israel is the canary in the mine. What happens to Israel will eventually happen to America itself.

If blacks are oppressed in America, why isn’t there a black exodus?

We can trust our doctors to be professional, to minister equally to their patients without regard to their political or religious beliefs. But we can no longer trust our professors to do the same.

When schools produce students who learned to think on the left or on the right, they're not thinking for themselves.

There can be no peace with someone who wants to kill you.

Two passing jetliners reported to controllers they’d seen a man with a gun seated on a deck chair at eleven thousand feet…

art is never finished, only abandoned

Life can only be live with grace and gratitude.

To be realistic, you have to believe in miracles.

... what is peculiar to our own age is the abandonment of the idea that history could be told truthfully.

I just think that culturally, women - we're all human beings - but at least we don't have our masculinity to prove.

Good Day. We are privileged to live another day in this magnificent world. Today you will be tested.

Prejudice and discrimination have always been a big part of my life. When I was 6, I got beat up and called dirty Jew boy because they thought I looked Jewish.

Miraculously, smoke curled out of his own mouth, his nose, his ears, his eyes, as if his soul had been extinguished within his lungs at the very moment the sweet pumpkin gave up its incensed ghost.

Poetry is a man arguing with himself; rhetoric is a man arguing with others.