Most of us get our history through story.

You must take life the way it comes at you and make the best of it.

My life is like a memento mori painting from European art: there is always a grinning skull at my side to remind me of the folly of human ambition.

Slice a pear and you will find that its flesh is incandescent white. It glows with inner light. Those who carry a knife and a pear are never afraid of the dark.

Zoo is an artificial territory, an approximation. Civilization is our natural territory.

To choose doubt as a philosophy of life is akin to choosing immobility as a means of transportation.

Life is a peephole, a single tiny entry onto a vastness--how can I not dwell on this brief, cramped view of things? This peephole is all I've got!

We commonly say in the trade that the most dangerous animal in a zoo is Man.

I know zoos are no longer in people's good graces. Religion faces the same problem. Certain illusions about freedom plague them both.

If you stumble at mere believability, what are you living for? Isn't love hard to believe?

No one dies of nausea, but it can seriously sap the will to live.

Now all we need is to continue to speak the truth fearlessly, and we shall add to our number those who will turn the scale to the side of equal and full justice in all things.

If we succeed in empowering girls, we'll succeed in everything else.

Finally it has penetrated my thick skull. This life-this moment-is no dress rehearsal. This is it.

Doubt follows white-winged hope with trembling steps.

I smile when I think of the past and get excited about the future.

Just us as people, we're different around different people and in different environments.

I met Richard Burton, an RAF cadet on a two-term course. I would have flirted more enthusiastically if it had not been for the horrid boils on the back of his neck.

In the matter of a difficult question it is more likely that the truth should have been discovered by the few than by the many.

Science is not a heartless pursuit of objective information; it is a creative human activity.

As a matter of fact, I personally would much rather hear Perotin than Mozart.