It is no longer correct to regard higher education solely as a privilege. It is a basic right in today's world.

Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.

People are never more insecure than when they become obsessed with their fears at the expense of their dreams.

Respect for the fragility and importance of an individual life is still the mark of an educated man.

Laughter is a form of internal jogging. It moves your internal organs around. It enhances respiration. It is an igniter of great expectations.

Laughter is inner jogging.

If something comes to life in others because of you, then you have made an approach to immortality.

A library is the delivery room for the birth of ideas, a place where history comes to life.

Drugs are not always necessary. Belief in recovery always is.

Life is an adventure in forgiveness.

Where is the indignation about the fact that the US and USSR have thirty thousand pounds of destructive force for every human being in the world?

It is hard to laugh at the need for beauty and romance, no matter how tasteless, even horrible, the results of that need are. But it is easy to sigh. Few things are sadder than the truly monstrous.

I could have happily moved in and left my own cold, dark house behind, pretended as if this family were my own: loud and teasing and good-natured, instead of the fractured broken truth.

What I have is P.H. positive chronic myeloid leukemia, which is an aberration in your white blood cells.

Where I live, everything is very small.

My paintings are rubbish.

Good analysis is very useful when you want to convert a political decision into an investment. It can also go the other way and drive policy

I am unapologetic about asking people to connect up their own responsibility for their total environmental footprint and how they decide to procreate and how many children they think are appropriate.

I was there when I said it.

Fifty percent of people want to sleep with me, and the other 50 percent want to kill me.

It is a gentle and affectionate thought, that in immeasurable height above us, at our first birth, the wreath of love was woven with sparkling stars for flowers.