We have really everything in common with America nowadays except, of course, language.
I cannot believe that the inscrutable universe turns on an axis of suffering; surely the strange beauty of the world must somewhere rest on pure joy!
At my lemonade stand I used to give the first glass away free and charge five dollars for the second glass. The refill contained the antidote.
When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
I have a simple philosophy. Fill what's empty. Empty what's full. And scratch where it itches.
There are always survivors at a massacre. Among the victors, if nowhere else.
There is a tragic flaw in our precious Constitution, and I don't know what can be done to fix it. This is it: Only nut cases want to be president.