A racial or religious or tribal identity is a kind of fact.

Envy is the central fact of American life.

In classical times, it was a capital offense to speculate upon the hour of a king's death or upon the identity of his successor.

What is in question is a kind of book reviewing which seems to be more and more popular: the loose putting down of opinions as though they were facts, and the treating of facts as though they were opinions.

Fortunately, our audiences are used to a kind of boredom in the theatre, and if the writer is skillful, he will flatter them into thinking: 'Why, that's us up there, and aren't we - for all our little foibles - pretty nice guys and gals?'

You should never have to minimize your greatness so that others feel more comfortable