Throughout history, poverty is the normal condition of man. Advances which permit this norm to be exceeded- here and there, now and then- are the work of an extremely small minority, frequently despised, often condemned, and almost always opposed by all right-thinking people. Whenever this tiny minority is kept from creating, or is driven out of a society, the people then slip back into abject poverty.This is known as "bad luck.".

Intuition becomes increasingly valuable in the new information society precisely because there is so much data.

We catch on to the truth and technique of expectation in those rare moments when we are stirred by an awareness of a guidance seemingly higher and greater than our own, when for a little while we are taken over by a force and an intelligence above and beyond those commonly felt. Confident and free, filled with wonder and ready acceptance, we permit ourselves to be taken over by our unquestioning self.

By learning you will teach, by teaching you will learn.

You can survive on charm for about 5 minutes...after that, you'd better know something!

Rocks, torrents, gulfs, and shapes of giant size And glitt'ring cliff on cliffs, and fiery ramparts rise.

And in requital ope his leathern scrip, And show me simples of a thousand names, Telling their strange and vigorous faculties.

Those who drink to drown their sorrows should be taught that sorrows know how to swim.

Two men went into a diner and sat down at the counter. They ordered two sodas, took sandwiches out of their packs and started to eat them. The owner saw what was going on and approached the men. "You can't eat your own sandwiches in here," he complained. The two men stopped, looked at each other, and then swapped their sandwiches.

Each man has his own vocation; his talent is his call. There is one direction in which all space is open to him.

Reasons are not like garments, the worse for wearing. - Robert Devereux, Earl of Essex,

From hyperborean skies Embodied dark, what clouds of vandals rise.

When the adulation of life is gone, the coward sneaks to his death, but the brave live on.

Take, O, take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn: But my kisses bring again, bring again; Seals of love, but sealed in vain, sealed in vain. -Measure for Measure. Act iv. Sc. 1.

A man's very highest moment is, I have no doubt at all, when he kneels in the dust, and beats his breast, and tells all the sins of his life.

Men have become the tools of their tools.

The elevator to success is out of order. You'll have to use the stairs one step at a time.

Ev'n so, with all submission, I . . . . Send you each year a homely letter, Who may return me much a better.

The finest eloquence is that which gets things done: the worst is that which delays them.

I am glad that my Adonis hath a sweete tooth in his head.