Particular bits of knowledge are nothing, because they are made up of what Dr. Robert Hutchins once called rapidly aging facts. Principles and method are everything.

A good idea has self-expanding qualities. It stimulates those who see it to add to it.

An idea is nothing more nor less than a new combination of old elements.

Drop the whole subject and put it out of your mind and let your subconscious do its thing.

Do not make the mistake of holding your idea close to your chest… Submit it to the criticism of the judicious.

This use of advertising - to add a subjective value to the product - becomes increasingly important as the trends in our technology lead to competing products becoming more and more the same.

The habit of mind which leads to a search for relationships between facts becomes of the highest importance in the production of ideas.

We tend to forget that words are, themselves, ideas. They might be called ideas in a state of suspended animation. When the words are mastered the ideas tend to come alive again.

And so, while perhaps not all God's chilluns got wings, enough have for each of us to hope that we may be among those that have.

What a glorious God?

As I grow through love, so grows my joy, ever more present, ever more constant.

...and it is also possible, that Saadat Hasan dies, but Manto remains alive.

Your profession is not what brings home your weekly paycheck, your profession is what you're put here on earth to do, with such passion and such intensity that it becomes spiritual in calling.

Imagine how extraordinary the world would be if everyone believed the only man capable of evil…is himself.

There is room in the smallest cottage for a happy loving pair.

God has no other hands than ours.

Besides, nowadays, almost all capable people are terribly afraid of being ridiculous, and are miserable because of it.

[Invading Iraq] is not the best way to make a safer world in which the United States would be a responsible partner, but it also goes against the role of law in the United States.

You ignorant little slug!" the Trunchbull bellowed. "You witless weed! You empty-headed hamster! You stupid glob of glue!