God knows how many things a man misses by becoming smug and assuming that matters will take their own course.

If there is magic on this planet, it is contained in water.

When the human mind exists in the light of reason and no more than reason, we may say with absolute certainty that Man and all that made him will be in that instant gone.

It has been said repeatedly that one can never, try as he will, get around to the front of the universe. Man is destined to see only its far side, to realize nature only in retreat.

If it should turn out that we have mishandled our own lives as several civilizations before us have done, it seems a pity that we should involve the violet and the tree frog in our departure.

The great artist, whether he be musician, painter, or poet, is known for this absolute unexpectedness.

It is a commonplace of all religious thought, even the most primitive, that the man seeking visions and insight must go apart from his fellows and love for a time in the wilderness.

The journey is difficult, immense. We will travel as far as we can, but we cannot in one lifetime see all that we would like to see or to learn all that we hunger to know.

Each one of us is a statistical impossibility around which hover a million other lives that were never destined to be born.

We cannot pluck a flower witout disturbing a star.

It is frequently the tragedy of the great artist, as it is of the great scientist, that he frightens the ordinary man.

I am always happy because I have no other choice.

In India everything has a use and a value.

I'm proud of you. You could have run away, but you didn't. That's what most of us do when we have to face a giant.

The nice thing about being a celebrity is that when you bore people they think it's their fault.

The uncreated and the dead exist solely in our actual and virtual pasts.

I call my putter 'Sweet Charity' because it covers such a multitude of sins from tee to green.

When we give ourselves in love we become our most vulnerable. We are never safe. We become open to disappointment and hurt.

My hope of the future lies in the youths of character, intelligent, renouncing all for the service of others, and obedient - good to themselves and the country at large

You’re either the one that creates the automation or you’re getting automated.

Friends give you a shoulder to cry on. But best friends are ready with a shovel to hurt the person that made you cry.