A life of leisure never satisfies anyone who possesses a lively mind.

Expressing doubt is how we begin a journey to discover essential truths.

We bring happiness into the world one day at a time by accepting pain and returning understanding and compassion.

Life goes on without regard to our whims. What we make of life is what counts, how we address the challenges in our lives determines our respective levels of personal accomplishment and happiness.

The only recourse for an escape artist from world affairs is to explore their inner sanctum where hopes, dreams, insecurities, and despair collide.

Hope is a form of conscious dream making

Hope is a form of conscious dream making.

A person tied to the world of sorrows can return to nature for inspiration. Nature provides solace to troubled hearts.

Life introduces us to the gentle, cosmic rhythms of an extraneous world. What is objective truth might exceed human capacity to ever fully perceive, comprehend, and explain.

Parents’ transmit their attitude towards education to children via soundless, aphonic messages.

The emotional ingredients that sustain long-term relationships are kindness, thoughtfulness, and compassion.

Women should have free access to every field of labor which they care to enter, and when their work is as valuable as that of a man it should be paid as highly.

I hate being placed on committees. They are always having meetings at which half are absent and the rest late.

One day there will be a telephone in every major city in the USA

You I am sure will forgive me for sincerely remarking that you might curb your magnanimity and be more of an artist, and 'load every rift' of your subject with ore.

After years of doing impressions, its time for a change.

I take back all I ever said about the Old Masters. They give great lessons.

Focus on the competition to diminish the time dedicated to internal politics.

When you fix something with your hands it gives you a sense of accomplishment and a sense of self worth.

Once upon a time, novelists of the 19th century, such as Charles Dickens, published in serial form.

Failure-it centers me. Too much success has me thinking, All right, what's goin' on?