He who touches the soil of Manhattan and the pavement of New York, touches, whenever he knows or not, Walt Whitman.

A certain amount of opposition is a great help to a man. Kites rise against, not with, the wind.

Traditionalists are pessimists about the future and optimists about the past.

The cities and mansions that people dream of are those in which they finally live.

Adding highway lanes to deal with traffic congestion is like loosening your belt to cure obesity.

A day spent without the sight or sound of beauty, the contemplation of mystery, or the search of truth or perfection is a poverty-stricken day; and a succession of such days is fatal to human life.

Every generation revolts against its fathers and makes friends with its grandfathers.

A man of courage never needs weapons, but he may need bail.

Forget the damned motor car and build the cities for lovers and friends.

Restore human legs as a means of travel. Pedestrians rely on food for fuel and need no special parking facilities.

To curb the machine and limit art to handicraft is a denial of opportunity.

The window of opportunity is always open, just you have to find it.

God is never angry for His sake, only for ours.

If the opponent offers keen play I don't object; but in such cases I get less satisfaction, even if I win, than from a game conducted according to all the rules of strategy with its ruthless logic.

Truly, God works in mysterious ways. The wheels of His mercy and justice move quietly, but they do move.

Cowards never lasted long enough to become real cowboys.

I would sooner perish for ever than stoop down before a Being who may have power to crush me, but whom my heart forbids me to reverence.

If I don't have a deadline, I could fuss around with stuff for forever.

What if instead of focusing on what you don't have, you concentrate on what you've got?

If there is no randomness in the universe, then what do we mean by chaos?

The end is where we start from.