It strikes me as very strange that whereas Tennyson could support most of Mr. Buckley's propositions about free trade, and the private sector, and private enterprise, Tennyson found no difficulty also in lending intellectual support to the idea of Women's Liberation.

What we ought to see in the agonies of puberty is the result of the conditioning that maims the female personality in creating the feminine.

Probably the only place where a man can feel really secure is in a maximum security prison, except for the imminent threat of release.

Freedom is fragile and must be protected. To sacrifice it, even as a temporary measure, is to betray it.

The most feared thing should be death, but after a lot of rumination, I have settled to fear incessant pain. It is not a 'screaming hysterically' kind of fear but a silently lurking one.

My father was a man of love. He always loved me to death. He worked hard in the fields, but my father never hit me. Never. I don't ever remember a really cross, unkind word from my father.

It's always difficult when you bowl at the death.

My deceased patients have taught me over the years to believe in the glass half full, to make good use of the time we have, to be generous - that was their lesson for the Uber-mind, and it was free. 'Do that,' they said, 'and then perhaps death shall have no dominion.'