This is less teaching than damage control. You may as well paint a house that’s on fire.

Our generation has had no Great Depression, no Great War. Our war is spiritual. Our depression is our lives.

The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person.

We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.

Worker bees can leave. Even drones can fly away. The Queen is their slave.

Did perpetual happiness in the Garden of Eden maybe get so boring that eating the apple was justified?

You know, the condom is the glass slipper of our generation. You slip it on when you meet a stranger. You dance all night, then you throw it away.

If you love something set it free, but don't be surprised if it comes back with herpes.

Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I've ever known.

The trick to forgetting the big picture is to look at everything close-up.

It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.

Things doesn't always start out the way we want them to. It's how they end that's important.

Meaning is often found embedded in the silent moments of our lives when we can hear and see what matters most, the things audible and visible only to the spirit.

To have and hold. Not forever, maybe-not forever, for sure-and not figuratively. But literally. And now. Now, he was hers.

Libya is a good example of a country that has come to a realization that weapons of mass destruction threaten more than assure, and I hope that will be followed by others.

Did you eat something that didn't agree with you?" asked Bernard. The Savage nodded "I ate civilization.

Sustainable development and climate change are two sides of the same coin

Football: A sport that bears the same relation to education that bullfighting does to agriculture.

The boss says 'Go'; the leader says 'Let's go!'

A demanding performance challenge tends to create a team.

When we get jealous, we tell stories to ourselves about other people. Jealousy makes you look for intensity rather than accuracy.