By The Age Of 9 Or 10,

My Definition Of A Decent Society Is One That First Of All Takes Care Of Its Losers, And Protects Its Weak.

He Has The Gift Of Quiet.

The Monsters Of Our Childhood Do Not Fade Away, Neither Are They Ever Wholly Monstrous. But Neither, In My Experience, Do We Ever Reach A Plane Of Detachment Regarding Our Parents, However Wise And Old We May Become. To Pretend Otherwise Is To Cheat.

Tyranny Is Like The Electric Wiring In An Old House. A Tyrant Dies, The New Tyrant Takes Possession, And All He Has To Do Is Drop The Switch.

A Committee Is An Animal With Four Back Legs.