I don't do sports, and my idea of hell is being dragged around ruins/museums/famous buildings, so I guess I'm a beach bum.

Whenever someone like a plumber or a mechanic tries to explain something technical to me, I listen for about three seconds before it all just becomes white noise, like Charlie Brown's teacher.

What you really want is all too often hidden just behind what you think you want.

But giving up's easy. You know what's hard? To believe in your own worth, to know you've got something special in you even if nobody else can see it. Even when you can't.

I learned a long time ago that trying to micromanage the perfect vacation is always a disaster. That leads to terrible times.

If you cannot saw with a file or file with a saw, then you will be no good as an experimentalist.

Central planning doesn't work. A little bit of it is a drag. A lot is fatal.

The superior man, when resting in safety, does not forget that danger may come.

Faith is an indispensable part of work, whether that work is paid or unpaid.

Alas! how easily things go wrong!

As you've probably discovered, great work makes us uncomfortable.

If the best of one's feelings means nothing to the person most concerned in those feelings, what reality is left us?