He could fiddle all the bugs off a sweet-potato vine.

Bury my heart at Wounded Knee.

We thought, because we had power, we had wisdom.

Dreaming men are haunted men.

Life is not lost by dying! Life is lost, Minute by minute, day by dragging day, In all the thousand, small, uncaring ways...

Remember that when you say "I will have non of this exile and this stranger for his face is not like my face and his speech is strange," you have denied America with that word.

Truth is a hard deer to hunt. If you eat too much truth at once, you might die of the truth.

Broad-streeted Richmond . . . The trees in the streets are old trees used to living with people, Family trees that remember your grandfather's name.

I have fallen in love with American names, the sharp, gaunt names that never get fat.

Honesty is as rare as a man without self-pity.

We thought we were done with these things but we were wrong. We thought, because we had power, we had wisdom.

Behind all your stories is always your mother's story. Because hers is where yours begin.

A good man never dies.

My hope was that organizations would start including this range of skills in their training programs - in other words, offer an adult education in social and emotional intelligence.

While enthusiasm may be necessary for great accomplishments elsewhere, on Wall Street it almost invariably leads to disaster

Go first class all the way and the universe will respond by giving you the best.

Anybody who is stupid enough often stumbles on an effect that could never be thought up by the most brilliant. I suspect that there is a thing which you might call the genius of stupidity.

You have the same DNA as the greats of the past who started revivals.

Markets and exchanges are merely mechanisms which reflect the temperament of man

Never can the innate power of a work be hidden or locked away. A work of art can be forgotten by time; it can be forbidden and rejected but the elemental will always prevail over the ephemeral.

And so, these are the things, the exploration of which, the singing about of which, makes us human beings. The exploration of the universe of the unseen is the business of human beings.