I hang onto my prejudices, they are the testicles of my mind.

The Renaissance was a time of mercenary soldiers, ours is a time of mercenary labor.

To think out a problem is not unlike drawing a caricature. You have to exaggerate the salient point and leave out that which is not typical. 'To illustrate a p…

Ours is a golden age of minorities. At no time in the past have dissident minorities felt so much at home and had so much room to throw their weight around. Th…

O that our souls could scale a height like this, A mighty mountain swept o'er by the bleak Keen winds of heaven; and, standing on that peak Above the blinding …

I handed my passport to the immigration officer, and he looked at it and looked at me and said, 'What are you?'

For my part, when I enter most intimately into what I call myself, I always stumble on some particular perception or other, of heat or cold, light or shade, lo…