Mental illness is no myth, as some have claimed. It is a disturbance in our sense of possession of a stable inner self that survives its personae.

History shows that male homosexuality, which like prostitution flourishes with urbanization and soon becomes predictably ritualized, always tends toward decadence.

The moment is ripe for an experienced businessman to talk practical, prudent economics to the electorate - which is why Mitt Romney's political fortunes are steadily being resurrected from the grave.

Women's studies is a comfy, chummy morass of unchallenged groupthink . It is, with rare exception, totally unscholarly. Academic feminists have silenced men and dissenting women.

There is no female Mozart because there is no female Jack the Ripper.

Rule of art: Cant kills creativity!

Human life began in flight and fear. Religion rose from rituals of propitiation, spells to lull the punishing elements.

Women are in league with each other, a secret conspiracy of hearts and pheromones

Promiscuity in men may cheapen love but sharpen thought. Promiscuity in women is illness, a leakage of identity.

Daytime soap operas, which I used to adore, have been declining in quality and importance for over a decade, and I gradually stopped monitoring them.

If civilization had been left in female hands we would still be living in grass huts.

Cuddle up. Rain always stops. It always stops. It always does. -The Brown Cape

Bringing you closer to the fragile edge of living is the job of a writer.

It's funny because being comedic and happy and lighthearted is who I am as a person, so they're easier emotions for me to connect with.

Care less for your harvest than for how it is shared and your life will have meaning and your heart will have peace.

I really believe in the environmental movement right now - it only takes a little effort to make a big difference.

Counterterrorism isn't really about the nunchakus, the guns and gadgets. It's about psychology.

I don't typically do what you're supposed to do. I focus on what I should do.

The boys that lose our directioners are so stupid, they will never find such beautiful girls in the whole entire world.

This is one doodle that can't be un-did, Homeskillet.

I loved her enough to forget myself, my self pitying despairs, and be content that something she thought happy was going to happen.