Beethoven was so hard of hearing, he thought he was a painter.

Have you ever noticed that anybody driving slower than you is an idiot, and anyone going faster than you is a maniac?

I was thinking about how people seem to read the Bible a whole lot more as they get older; then it dawned on me . . they’re cramming for their final exam.

I thought about how mothers feed their babies with tiny little spoons and forks so I wondered, what do Chinese mothers use? Toothpicks?

Never underestimate the power of stupid people in large groups.

Some people have no idea what they're doing, and a lot of them are really good at it.

All the media and the politicians ever talk about is things that separate us, things that make us different from one another

Don’t just teach your children to read… Teach them to question what they read. Teach them to question everything.

In America, anyone can become president. That's the problem.

Those who dance are considered insane by those who cannot hear the music.

There is a planet named Pluto, but we don't have one named Goofy. Goofy would be a good name for this planet. It certainly qualifies.

There is no such thing as a good writer and a bad liar.

To trust in your own aliveness, in your own ability to sustain and be sustained - there are times when there is no greater act of defiance.

It is not enough to have the courage of your convictions, you must also have the courage to have your convictions challenged.

I think your values are always influenced by your family and your community.

Sometimes you find that what is most personal is also what connects you most strongly with others.

If any young man is about to commence the world, we say to him, publicly and privately, Go to the West

For the fundamentalist who wants to believe every word of the Bible, however, life is a house of cards, with each card a tenet of faith. If you remove one card, the entire house collapses.

Practice has a logic which is not that of the logician.

Sometimes it's better not to look back.

But still, the other voice, the intuitive, returns, like grass forcing its way through concrete.