The question in crisis or ordeal is not: Are you going to be an extremist? The question is: What kind of extremist are you going to be?

Man, born of woman, has found it a hard thing to forgive her for giving him birth. The patriarchal protest against the ancient matriarch has borne strange fruit through the years.

Faith and doubt both are needed - not as antagonists, but working side by side to take us around the unknown curve.

When you stop learning, stop listening, stop looking and asking questions, always new questions, then it is time to die.

Segregation is evil; there is no pattern of life which can dehumanize men as can the way of segregation.

The human heart dares not stay away too long from that which hurt it most. There is a return journey to anguish that few of us are released from making.

The point of life is to find the delicate equilibrium between dream and reality.

To believe in something not yet proved and to underwrite it with our lives: It is the only way we can leave the future open.

I broke every barrier I could to see things as they are.

None but the weak crave to be better than. Strong men are satisfied with their own strength.

The human heart does not stay away too long from that which hurt it most. There is a return journey to anguish that few of us are released from making.

I guess when you’re trying to find all the parts of yourself, it’s difficult to be with someone who’s already fully intact.

The big-business mergers and the big-labour mergers have the appearance of dinosaurs mating.

When kids are young, before the age of ten, there is a critical window of opportunity when their habits and motivations can be influenced.

You have done all the work in this business. I get a wife out of it, Jones gets the credit, pray what remains for you?" "For me," said Sherlock Holmes, "there still remains the cocaine bottle.

Enough of self, that darling luscious theme, O'er which philosophers in raptures dream; Of which with seeming disregard they write Then prizing most when most they seem to slight.

Compassion is the fellow-feeling of the unsound.

If we get the right people in the right job we've won the game.

My agent once said, 'You're not very driven.' And it's true. I'm not the type to ring up and go, 'Get me this part!'

I'd seen weirder things than a haunted shoe, but not many.

Never shall a young man, Thrown into despair By those great honey-coloured Ramparts at your ear, Love you for yourself alone And not your yellow hair.