When Donald Trump says make America great again, we know whose America that is.

Ideology knows the answer before the question has been asked. Principles are something different: a set of values that have to be adapted to circumstances but not compromised away.

Inequality hardens society into a class system. Inequality divides us from one another... Inequality undermines democracy.

At the heart of the matter is a battle between wish and fear. Fear generally proves stronger than a wish, but it leaves a taste of disappointment on the tongue.

I think that bias is not a fixed thing. It's not as though some people are biased and others are not. It ebbs and flows. It can be manipulated. It changes according to a person's circumstances.

We will have a more just society as soon as we want one.

We have all the information in the universe at our fingertips, while our most basic problems go unsolved year after year...All around, we see dazzling technological change, but no progress.

Inequality saps the will to conceive of ambitious solutions to large collective problems, because those problems no longer seem very collective.

We all know who Donald Trump's talking to.

Character is destiny, and politicians usually get the scandals they deserve, with a sense of inevitability about them.

Twitter is crack for media addicts.

Because what's perplexing is not that you and I encounter suffering in this life

There's no work so tirin' as danglin' about an' starin' an' not rightly knowin' what you're goin' to do next

Love is staying up all night with a sick child - or a healthy adult.

Copyright? Copy RIGHT: Steal ideas, steal facts but do not steal words.

Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!

Meditation is like the breeze that comes in when you leave the window open; but if you deliberately keep it open, deliberately invite it to come, it will never appear.

Fix me up with a mannequin, just remember I like blondes. I'll be the life of the party, even when I'm dead and gone.

Things happen, but things happen and you follow... your heart is too dramatic, but you follow.

When is the night over? Is it the start of sunrise or the end of it? Is it when you finally go to sleep or simply when you realize that you have to?

I am turned off when I see only formulas and symbols, and little text.