A weed is no more than a flower in disguise.

Books are the bees which carry the quickening pollen from one to another mind.

Fate loves the fearless.

The devil loves nothing better than the intolerance of reformers.

All the beautiful sentiments in the world weigh less than a single lovely action.

One thorn of experience is worth a whole wilderness of warning.

Light is the symbol of truth.

Compromise makes a good umbrella, but a poor roof.

The brain can be easy to buy, but the heart never comes to market.

Each day the world is born anew for him who takes it rightly.

Not what we give, but what we share, for the gift without the giver is bare.

Tolerance is the price we pay for living in a free, pluralistic society.

Children learn from anything and everything they see. They learn wherever they are, not just in special learning places.

What's great about an office Christmas party is that it uncovers and reveals parts of your personality that you didn't see coming.

The test of the moral quality of a civilization is its treatment of the weak and powerless.

We are called the nation of inventors. And we are. We could still claim that title and wear its loftiest honors if we had stopped with the first thing we ever invented, which was human liberty.

Conclusion: better to be a thinking monk than a postmodern thinker.

Honestly, right now, I don't want to be around baseball. Not that I don't like it. But I'm having fun right here, hanging around my family and watching my kids' games.

You'll have to leave my meals on a tray outside the door because I'll be working pretty late on the secret of making myself invisible, which may take me almost until eleven o'clock.

The rockets light! The shuttle leaps off the launch pad in a cloud of steam and a trail of fire.

Guru is not on the way to Krishna, Guru is 'the way' to Krishna.