Nothing succeeds, they say, like success. And certainly nothing fails like failure.

When nothing is sure, everything is possible.

How unjust life is, to make physical charm so immediately apparent or absent, when one can get away with vices untold for ever.

Family life itself, that safest, most traditional, most approved of female choices, is not a sanctuary: It is, perpetually, a dangerous place.

Scenery can be a violent stimulant.

Lord knows what incommunicable small terrors infants go through, unknown to all.

Novels, since the birth of the genre, have been full of rejected, seduced, and abandoned maidens, whose proper fate is to die.

The human mind can bear plenty of reality but not too much intermittent gloom.

The women are always vixens or monsters. They can't just be normal people in the book.

Nothing fails like failure

Why can't people be both flexible and efficient?

So reality your mother builds you a room in which to run and test, your father give you the stuff on which to handle. Tests and everything needed and you just upgrade yourself!

Creativity finds its own creator.

Courage is not a virtue or value among other personal values like love or fidelity. It is the foundations that underlies and gives reality to all other virtue and personal values. (p. 13)

I'm not going to get on any anti-corporation soapbox to an extreme level.

For many wealthy people, giving a tenth is a way of robbing God. Their tithe becomes a tip.

Each time that I have two or three days off, I'm off somewhere in California.

The last level of metaphor in the Alice books is this: that life, viewed rationally and without illusion, appears to be a nonsense tale told by an idiot mathematician.

There may be some issue where God is calling you to surrender. I don’t know what you may be struggling with, but whatever it is, let me just encourage you: Don’t delay obedience.

Unsustainable situations usually go on longer than most economists think possible. But they always end, and when they do, it's often painful.

A blogger is an average person who happens to have a need to count his friends every half hour.