each generation devises better ways to survive. Civilization may, in one sense, be a tribute to the ingeniousness of some children in outwitting parents.

Murder is the apex of megalomania, the ultimate in control.

Suicide is part murder, revenge on those who hurt you, just as murder is part suicide, for a murderer knows he risks losing his life.

When one must sit with the snobs, one belongs with the frightened.

Life for the unhappy is an endless search for 'the good parent,' one who will truly love him instead of making him afraid.

Flippancy may be a lance tilted in the face of fear.

Understanding why is never enough.

often when I thought I joked, I told the truth, afraid to speak it except in jest.

Reason finds it difficult to take root in the arid soil of wrath.

The outer prisons are made by the community to contain those who have dared break its laws. The inner prisons each man makes for himself because of what he feels are his transgressions.

Usually the things you dislike in a person are his defenses against fear.

Without appreciation (for yourself, others and life itself) there is no growth

I must be overtired', Buttercup managed. 'The excitement and all.''Rest then', her mother cautioned. 'Terrible things can happen when you're overtired. I was overtired the night your father proposed.

God may be in the details, but the goddess is in the questions. Once we begin to ask them, there's no turning back.

The fears of one class of men are not the measure of the rights of another.

Food is exacting. The face is truly a canvas upon which our food choices paint an accurate picture. The body is truly a sculpture, chiseled and polished by our food choices.

The reverie would not last if it were not nourished by the images of the sweetness of living, by the illusions of happiness.

Did the media ever question anything about Obamacare, the intricate do's and don'ts, the policy cogs? No.[Barack] Obama just wanted it.

Everybody gets high, everybody gets low, these are the days when anything goes.

The work of art still has something in common with enchantment: it posits its own, self-enclosed area, which is withdrawn from the context of profane existence, and in which special laws apply.

Where you see valid achievements or virtue being attacked, it's by someone viewing them as a mirror of their own inadequacy instead of an inspiring beacon for excellence.