We exaggerate misfortune and happiness alike. We are never as bad off or as happy as we say we are.

All the president is, is a glorified public relations man who spends his time flattering, kissing, and kicking people to get them to do what they are supposed to do anyway.

The soul, fortunately, has an interpreter -- often an unconscious, but still a truthful interpreter -- in the eye.

Fiction reveals truth that reality obscures.

Conscience--the only incorruptible thing about us.

Before every action ask yourself. Will this bring more monkeys on my back. Will the result of my action be a blessing or a heavy burden?

Nunc scio quit sit amor." Lat., "Now I know what love is.

Knowledge is, indeed, that which, next to virtue, truly and essentially raises one man above another.

Three things give us hardy strength: sleeping on hairy mattresses, breathing cold air, and eating dry food.

Because of what you have done the heavens have become a part of man's world. And as you talk to us from the Sea of Tranquillity, it inspires us to redouble our efforts to bring peace and Tranquillity to Earth.

And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

Can you top this?

Not by appointment do we meet delight Or joy; they heed not our expectancy; But round some corner of the streets of life They of a sudden greet us with a smile.

Technology... the knack of so arranging the world that we don't have to experience it. -Max Frisch.

Education: A debt due from present to future generations.

Love has features which pierce all hearts, he wears a bandage which conceals the faults of those beloved. He has wings, he comes quickly and flies away the same.

Then I cast loose my buff coat, each halter let fall, Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt and all, Stood up in the stirrup, leaned, patted his ear, Called my Roland his pet name, my horse without peer; Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise bad or good, 'Til at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood.

Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of humankind pass by.

I believe in the dignity of labor, whether with head or hand; that the world owes no man a living but that it owes every man an opportunity to make a living.

But that intimacy of mutual embarrassment, in which each feels that the other is feeling something, having once existed, its effect is not to be done away with.