So much of learning to be an American is learning not to let your individuality become a nuisance.

Juvenile delinquency serves many purposes, including that of providing sadistic adults with fantasies suited to their special tastes.

What we must decide is how we are valuable rather than how valuable we are.

The teenager seems to have replaced the Communist as the appropriate target for public controversy and foreboding.

Not only do most people accept violence if it is perpetuated by legitimate authority, they also regard violence against certain kinds of people as inherently legitimate, no matter who commits it.

Human life is a continuous thread which each of us spins to his own pattern, rich and complex in meaning. There are no natural knots in it. Yet knots form, nearly always in adolescence.

It takes a kind of shabby arrogance to survive in our time, and a fairly romantic nature to want to.

Those who love the young best stay young longer.

No American is prepared to attend his own funeral without the services of highly skilled cosmeticians. Part of the American dream, after all, is to live long and die young.

Canadians are more polite when they are being rude than Americans are when they are being friendly.

All weakness tends to corrupt, and impotence corrupts absolutely.

Our ultimate finishing line in life is death! Whilst you have life, work hard and trust God!

Someone asked me years ago if it were true that I disliked Jews, and I replied that it was certainly true, not at all because they are Jews, but because they are folks, and I don’t like folks.

When you own something, you can call it what you want.

To declaim freedom verses seems like a poem within a poem; freedom requires guns, it requires arms, but no feet.

One, if by land, and two, if by sea; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and farm For the country folk to be up and to arm.

He who is firm and resolute in will molds the world to himself.

I took solace in my relationship with God who, along with my dog, was my best friend growing up.

A creative writing class may be one of the last places you can go where your life still matters.

Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop.

I am convinced that in the arts, committees are useless.