The winding down of summer puts me in a heavy philosophical mood.

We could learn a lot from crayons; some are sharp, some are pretty, some are dull, while others bright, some have weird names, but they all have learned to live together in the same box.

Don't worry that children never listen to you; worry that they are always watching you.

If you break your neck, if you have nothing to eat, if your house is on fire, then you got a problem. Everything else is inconvenience.

It will be a great day when our schools have all the money they need, and our air force has to have a bake-sale to buy a bomber.

The examined life is no picnic.

Ignorance and power and pride are a deadly mixture, you know.

All I ever needed to know I learned in kindergarten. Share everything ... Don't hit people ... Clean up your own mess.

Why is love easy? I don’t know. And the raccoons don’t say.

Love is a fabric which never fades, no matter how often it is washed in the water of adversity and grief.

And it is still true, no matter how old you are, when you go out into the world it is best to hold hands and stick together.

Quite surprisingly the majority of religious and spiritual practices actually diminishes your brain’s ability to act out of rage and fear.

The trouble with law is lawyers.

Don't divide the world into "them" and "us."

It is an error to suppose that courage means courage in everything.

The persuasion of a friend is a strong thing.

Blank pages inspire me with terror.

Prohibition is an attempted cure that makes matters worse - for both the addict and the rest of us.

Sleep is forbidden. When I'm working, I'm a machine and I don't look at other people like they are human.

Love is not finding someone to live with; it's finding someone you can't live without.

Self-confidence means thinking all the time, "God is in me... God is doing every­thing . . . without God I cannot be . . . all this is God . . . I only want to think of God."