I Think Of An Intellectual As Just

Truth Is A Property Of Sentences, Since Sentences Are Dependent For Their Existence Upon Vocabularies, And Since Vocabularies Are Made By Human Beings, So Are Truths.

Academic Disciplines Are Subject To Being Overtaken By Attacks Of "knowingness"- A State Of Mind And Soul That Prevents Shudders Of Awe And Makes One Immune To Enthusiasm.

I Think Of An Intellectual As Just Being Bookish, Being Interested In History Books, Utopian Ideas, That Kind Of Thing.

At 12, I Knew That The Point Of Being Human Was To Spend One's Life Fighting Social Injustice.

Well, What There Ought To Be Is An International Labor Organization, A Confederation Of The Trade Unions Of All The Countries Speaking For The Workers Who Are Competing With One Another, And Talking About The Difference In Wage Levels Between, Say, Europe And Indonesia.