It takes application, a fine sense of value, and a powerful community-spirit for a people to have serious leisure, and this has not been the genius of the Americans.

Not to teach the whole curriculum is to give up on the whole man.

The family is the American fascism.

The philosophic aim of education must be to get each one out of his isolated class and into the one humanity.

A good teacher feels his way, looking for response.

In America you can say anything you want - as long as it doesn't have any effect.

We certainly have at present the dismal situation that the most imaginative men are directed by a group, the top managers, who are among the least.

Few great men would have got past personnel.

When the sciences are supreme, average people lose their feeling of causality.

The problem of translation is to retreat to a simpler tenor of one's own style and creatively adjust this to one's author.

Humankind is innocent, loving, and creative, you dig? It's the bureaucracies that create the evil, that make Honor and Community impossible, and it's the kids who really take it in the groin.

TIME' is something to invest but for failed people, it is a thing to be passed.

Although believers by nature, are far from God, and children of wrath, even as others, yet it is amazing to think how nigh they are brought to him again by the blood of Jesus Christ.

Avoid all needle drugs, the only dope worth shooting is Richard Nixon.

I don't like my voice. I don't like the way I look. I don't like the way I move. I don't like the way I act. I mean, period. So, you know, I don't like myself.

You have to know how to read your lie and take a calculated risk when you hit out of the rough.

I don't speak French, but I took it for five years growing up. So, if I were in a situation where I had to be, like, 'Excuse me, pineapple dog house red, what time is it library?' - no problem.

Certainly I think the state is more than willing to not only attempt to change the consciousness of people, but to employ violence in ways that make people quite fearful.

For a second I feel a rush of sadness: for the horizons that vanish behind us, for the people we leave behind, the tiny-doll selves that get stored away and ultimately buried.

Matter moves, but Ether is strained.

You decide if you're ready for something. It can come in the guise of, "Oh, I don't think I like this."