“Through a grandmother’s voice and hands the end of life is known at the beginning.”

One characteristic of Americans is that they have no toleration at all of anybody putting up with anything. We believe that whatever is going wrong ought to be fixed.

I have a respect for manners as such, they are a way of dealing with people you don’t agree with or like.

Never depend upon institutions or government to solve any problem. All social movements are founded by, guided by, motivated and seen through by the passion of individuals.

One of the oldest human needs is having someone to wonder where you are when you don’t come home at night.

I was brought up to believe that the only thing worth doing was to add to the sum of accurate information in the world.

Having two bathrooms ruined the capacity to co-operate.

In Bali life is a rhythmic, patterned unreality of pleasant, significant movement, centered in one’s own body to which all emotions long ago withdrew.

The problem with America today is that too many people know too much about not enough.

The assumption that men and woman are essentially alike in all respects, or even in the most important ones, is a damaging one, as damaging as the assumption that they are different in ways in which they aren’t different, perhaps more so.

A small group of thoughtful people could change the world.

Of course we need children! Adults need children in their lives to listen to and care for, to keep their imagination fresh and their hearts young and to make the future a reality for which they are willing to work.

The people of one nation alone cannot save their own children; each holds the responsibility for the others’ children.

Motherhood is a biological fact, while fatherhood is a social invention.

Grandparents are given a second chance to enjoy parenthood with fewer of its tribulations and anxieties.

Parents feel like immigrants in the country of the young.

The time has come, I think, when we must recognize bisexuality as a normal form of human behavior.

We ought to consider the end in everything.

I go home at the end of the day and I rarely talk about what I did that day.

The years go by one after the other; time slips past us with out our being aware of it; we grow old like ordinary men and we shall end like them.

It’s not just the end of a chicken leg, it really is – imagine the cartilage of game meat.

Arguments are often like melodramas – they have a predictable beginning, middle, and end.

To one end let us aim our thoughts, and to one end let us aim our souls. Hail, dawn of liberty, behind thee is the redeeming sun.

Terrific. Now to win a larceny trial all we have to do is prove how the universe ends.

All’s well in the end, if you’ve only the patience to wait.