A man wrapped up in himself makes a very small parcel.

Nature is painting for us, day after day, pictures of infinite beauty.

Quality is never an accident. It is always the result of intelligent effort.

Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather.

There is hardly anything in the world that some man cannot make a little worse and sell a little cheaper, and the people who consider price only are this man's lawful prey.

Remember that the most beautiful things in the world are the most useless; peacocks and lilies for instance.

What we think or what we know or what we believe is in the end of little consequence. The only thing of consequence is what we do

There is no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather.

When love and skill work together, expect a masterpiece.

Blue color is everlastingly appointed by the deity to be a source of delight.

Give a little love to a child, and you get a great deal back.

The perfection of wisdom, and the end of true philosophy is to proportion our wants to our possessions, our ambitions to our capacities, we will then be a happy and a virtuous people.

I will always miss the person I thought U are. But not the selfish, unkind, insensitive and heartless person U turned out to be.

Le coeur a ses raisons que la raison ne connait point. French. Pascal. The heart has its reasons, whereof reason knows nothing.

The legal difference between the sit-ins and the Freedom Riders was significant.

When I started understanding how science works, it occurred to me that there just is no evidence that there is a God.

I'm Presbyterian. I mean Seven Day Adventists I don't know about, I just don't know about.

I hate photographs abstractly, because they have given me more ideas perversely and immovably wrong, than I ever should get by imagination.

We humans have many vestigial features proving that we evolved. The most famous is the appendix.

My chest of books divide amongst my friends.

The enemy is not fundamentalism; it is intolerance. In this case, the intolerance is perverse since it masquerades under the "liberal" rhetoric of "equal time." But mistake it not.