When tea becomes ritual, it takes place at the heart of our ability to see greatness in small things.

When someone that you love dies..it's like fireworks suddenly burning out in the sky and everything going black.

People aim for the stars, and they end up like goldfish in a bowl. I wonder if it wouldn't be simpler just to teach children right from the start that life is absurd.

There's so much humanity in a love of trees, so much nostalgia for our first sense of wonder, so much power in just feeling our own insignificance when we are surrounded by nature.

Personally I think that grammar is a way to attain beauty.

That's what the future is for: to build the present, with real plans, made by living people.

I thought: pity the poor in spirit who know neither the enchantment nor the beauty of language.

We think we can make honey without sharing in the fate of bees, but we are in truth nothing but poor bees, destined to accomplish our task and then die.

With the exception of love, friendship and the beauty of Art, I don't see much else that can nurture human life.

The real ordeal is not leaving those you love but learning to live without those who don't love you.

Talent consists not in inventing shapes but in causing those that were invisible to emerge.

Having children is like having a bowling alley installed in your brain.

It is incumbent upon everyone to aid those daysprings of authority and sources of command who are adorned with the ornamant of equity and justice.

It's better to be cautious and play it safe than regret pushing him too hard. We're supposed to get another read on it soon.

We begin with the hypothesis that any subject can be taught effectively in some intellectually honest form to any child at any stage of development.

Sean Black writes like a punch to the gut.

Gentlemen use books as Gentlewomen handle their flowers, who in the morning stick them in their heads, and at night strawe them at their heeles.

I observed a thousand acts of courage, compassion and love [as a POW] and I will always treasure that memory above all others.

The man who says his wife can't take a joke, forgets that she took him.

If it's worth listening to, it's worth questioning until you understand it.

In art, truth is a means to an end; in science, it is the only end.