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The questions which one asks oneself begin, at least, to illuminate the world, and become one's key to the experience of others.
Those disputing, contradicting, and confuting people are generally unfortunate in their affairs. They get victory, sometimes, but they never get good will, which would be of more use to them.
One must do violence to the object of one's desire; when it surrenders, the pleasure is greater.
Don't say you don't have enough time. You have exactly the same number of hours per day that were given to Helen Keller, Pasteur, Michaelangelo, Mother Teresa, Leonardo da Vinci, Thomas Jefferson, and Albert Einstein.
Half our life is spent trying to find something to do with the time we have rushed through life trying to save.
And yet a little tumult, now and then, is an agreeable quickener of sensation; such as a revolution, a battle, or an adventure of any lively description.
Were we directed from Washington when to sow, & when to reap, we should soon want bread.
Ozzie Smith just made a play that I have never seen before. And he's done it more times than anyone else.
Quantum mechanics is certainly imposing. But an inner voice tells me that it is not yet the real thing. The theory says a lot, but does not really bring us closer to the secret of the 'Old One.' I, at any rate, am convinced that He is not playing at dice.
There will one day spring from the brain of science a machine or force so fearful in its potentialities, so absolutely terrifying, that even man, the fighter, who will dare torture and death in order to inflict torture and death, will be appalled, and so abandon war forever.
If life were fair, Dan Quayle would be making a living asking 'Do you want fries with that?'
Condensed milk is wonderful. I don't see how they can get a cow to sit down on those little cans.
I have just returned from Boston. It is the only thing to do if you find yourself up there.
The aim of life is self-development. To realize one's nature perfectly - that is what each of us is here for.
A failure establishes only this, that our determination to succeed was not strong enough.
Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.
Now this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.
Tradition is what you resort to when you don't have the time or the money to do it right.
