We are such inward secret creatures, that inwardness is the most amazing thing about us, even more amazing than our reason.

It is not enough that I succeed, everyone else must fail.

Every man needs two women: a quiet home-maker, and a thrilling nymph.

A bad review is even less important than whether it is raining in Patagonia.

We can only learn to love by loving.

Perhaps when distant people on other planets pick up some wavelength of ours all they hear is a continuous scream.

We live in a fantasy world, a world of illusion. The great task in life is to find reality.

He was a sociologist; he had got into an intellectual muddle early on in life and never managed to get out.

Our actions are like ships which we may watch set out to sea, and not know when or with what cargo they will return to port.

The bicycle is the most civilized conveyance known to man. Other forms of transport grow daily more nightmarish. Only the bicycle remains pure in heart.

I feel half faded away like some figure in the background of an old picture.

Describing his experience with the sting of an extremely toxic jellyfish, he did something you don't often see a scientist do: he shivered.

Added pressure and responsibility should not change one's leadership style, it should merely expose that which already exists.

The central difficulty lies in the fact that all of the sciences have made such great progress during the last century that they have got quite beyond the reach of man

He loved her all he could; but he couldn't love her very much.

Nearly all black and brown skins are beautiful, but a beautiful white skin is rare.

Bebop didn't have the humanity of Duke Ellington. It didn't even have that recognizable thing. Bird and Diz were great, fantastic, challenging — but they weren't sweet.

The American challenge in leading the world is compounded by our Constitution.

oh you do smell good.

Can we not live without pleasure, who cannot but with pleasure die?

Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud; Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun, And loathsome canker lies in sweetest bud. All men make faults.