Philosophy likes to keen common sense on the run.

Pain narrows consciousness; pleasure blurs it.

When Medusa looks in the mirror, she sees the Lady of Sorrows.

My passions have never jumped out of the fireplace and set fire to the carpet.

Retirement requires the invention of a new hedonism, not a return to the hedonism of youth

The sewing machine joins what the scissors have cut asunder, plus whatever else comes in its path.

Clothes make a statement. Costumes tell a story.

The laughter of the aphorism is sometimes triumphant, but seldom carefree.

'Be faithful to your roots' is the liberal version of 'Stay in your ghetto.'

Every day begins with an act of courage and hope: getting out of bed.

Totem poles and wooden masks no longer suggest tribal villages but fashionable drawing rooms in New York and Paris.

Nothing overdone, nothing racy, which made her all the more alluring.

Individual cultures and ideologies have their appropriate uses but none of them erase or replace the universal experiences, like love and weeping and laughter, common to all human beings.

You’re not buying news when you buy The New York Times. You’re buying judgment.

There is nothing to save, now all is lost, but a tiny core of stillness in the heart like the eye of a violet.

What is masculine and what is feminine, anyway?

I'm never content with what I do. I live in a sort of permanent dissatisfaction. I think that's the secret to doing things well.

It is my view that there is no sensible military use for nuclear weapons, whether "strategic" weapons, "tactical" weapons, "theatre" weapons, weapons at sea or weapons in space.

I'm not sure that the current value of the NASDAQ is justified, but I'm not sure that it isn't.

These great turning-days of life cast no shadow before, slip by unconsciously. Only a trifle, a little turn of the rudder, and the ship goes to heaven or hell.

I have more important things to do anyway. I have a hangnail that needs my attention. (Dev)