You can do what you like, sir, but I'll tell you this. New York is the true capital of America. Every New Yorker knows it, and by God, we always shall.

Imagine. Freedom. Always.

Bread for me is a material question. Bread for my neighbor is a spiritual one.

BLESSINGS TO ALL~ Divine Love, flowing through US, blesses and multiplies all that WE are, all that WE have, all that WE give and all that WE receive

I didn't want to pray to God 'cause I didn't want him to know where I was.

The life of money-making is one undertaken under compulsion, and wealth is evidently not the good we are seeking; for it is merely useful and for the sake of something else.

Geologists are rapidly becoming convinced that the mammals spread from their central Asian point of origin largely because of great variations in climate.

The tale of the Divine Pity was never yet believed from lips that were not felt to be moved by human pity.

A surreal and ultimately disgusting facet of the Iraq fiasco is the lag between when a fact becomes obvious and when the fiasco's architects acknowledge that fact.

My father was all brain and little heart.

He says his aim is poetry. One does not aim at poetry with pistols. At poets, perhaps.

Good God, the souls of all my tribe defend From jealousy!