We make our tools, and then they shape us.

Anyone who believes exponential growth can go on forever in a finite world is either a madman or an economist.

A world of unseen dictatorship is conceivable, still using the forms of democratic government.

Economics has been incurably growth-oriented and addicted to everybody growing richer, even at the cost of exhaustion of resources and pollution of the environment.

Equilibrium is a figment of the human imagination.

Theories without facts may be barren, but facts without theories are meaningless.

We should always bear in mind that numbers represent a simplification of reality.

DNA has been aptly described as the first three-dimensional Xerox machine.

The world moves into the future as a result of decisions, not as a result of plans. Plans are significant only insofar as they affect decisions.

If we saw tomorrow's newspaper today, tomorrow would never happen.

There is no such thing as economics, only social science applied to economic problems.

Pain is like a healing emotional fever.

Keep your sense of humor. There's enough stress in the rest of your life to let bad shots ruin a game you're supposed to enjoy.

I don't think we've got the gospel right yet.I don't think the liberals have it right. But I don't think we have it right either. None of us has arrived at orthodoxy.

It's Christmas! Ah, Christmas, the time when all good people go about not decapitating each other.

I don't know how to thank you.' Then I will tell you. There is only one way I care for. Do better, and grow better, and be better.

However exquisitely human nature may have been described by writers, the true practical system can be learned only in the world.

Nothing is built on stone; all is built on sand, but we must build as if the sand were stone.

Nations have always good reasons for being what they are, and the best of all is that they cannot be otherwise.

I am gonna write poems til i die and when i have gotten outta this body i am gonna hang round in the wind and knock over everybody who got their feet on the ground.

O woman! in our hours of ease Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou!