“Our epoch does not love itself.”

Human beings disappear; their histories remain.

In a way, the whole tangible universe itself is a vast residue, a skeleton of countless lives that have germinated in it and have left it, leaving behind them only a trifling, infinitesimal part of their riches.

In the final analysis, the questions of why bad things happen to good people transmutes itself into some very different questions.

The internal effects of a mutable policy poisons the blessings of liberty itself.

Religious belief itself is an adaptation that has evolved because we’re hard-wired to form tribalistic religions.

When you are younger you get blamed for crimes you never committed and when you’re older you begin to get credit for virtues you never possessed. It evens itself out.

Neither the Christian attitude of love for all mankind nor humane hopes for an organized society must cause us to forget that the ‘human stratum’ may not be homogeneous.

I look for what needs to be done. After all, that’s how the universe designs itself.

What is government itself but the greatest of all reflections on human nature?