the invisible hand of the market should wear the kid glove of socialism.

Even if they found themselves in Heaven, our countrymen would find occasion to remark that it was not as warm as Hell.

holding up his end of the bargain as the last fig leaf of his dignity.

our fecund little country no longer produced significant amounts of rice, rubber, and tin, cultivating

happiness, American style, is a zero-sum game,

mother called me her love child, but I do not like to dwell on that. In the end, my father had it right. He called me nothing

blurring the lines between us and them can be a worthy behavior.

Why do those who call for independence and freedom take away the independence and freedom of others?

a talent is something you use, not something that uses you. The