Curiosity needs food as much as any of us, and dies soon if denied it.

Sometimes I pose, but sometimes I pose as posing.

Family jokes, though rightly cursed by strangers, are the bond that keeps most families alive.

Music is the ethereal connection between this world and the other.

We travel because we do not know. We know that we do not know the best before we start. That is why we start. But we forget that we do not know the worst either. That is why we come back.

There are some people who can never see a little cloud of fantasy float across the horizon of their dreams without building a heavy castle in the air upon it, and bringing it to earth.

Call no man a foe, but never love a stranger.

The sun was like a word written between the sea and the sky, a word that was swallowed up by the sea before any man had time to read it.

The dense and godly wear consistency as a flower, the imaginative fling it joyfully behind them.

The Law likes to be argued with. Take away words and where is the Law? Silence always annoys it.

Los Angeles is a sophisticated city; it has no eccentricities and no heart.

Creation pulls something from an abyss of nothing. Startups take the something and give it to those in the dark, at first, perhaps, for nothing.

We especially need imagination in science. It is not all mathematics, nor all logic, but it is somewhat beauty and poetry.

The tendency to follow the path of least resistance guarantees failure in life.

Blog-based businesses have lower cost structures and are more 'authentic,' and as a result are drawing larger shares of ad budgets.

The nepotism there is the stuff of legend... It just seems to be a place where people get paid to sit in a building.

All of us collect fortunes when we are children. A fortune of colors, of lights, and darkness, of movement, of tensions. Some of us have the fantastic chance to go back to his fortune when grown up.

I am very proud of the critical role West Virginians play in providing energy to our nation.

Research is a passion with me; it drives me; it is my relentless master.

Dear, dead women, with such hair, too--what's become of all the gold Used to hang and brush their bosoms?

I would argue [princess] Margaret is the tragic figure of the century.