both doubt and certainty are as contagious as the common cold

The miracle of your mind isn't that you can see the world as it is. It's that you can see the world as it isn't.

The point isn’t to live without any regrets. The point is to not hate ourselves for having them.

If you want to live a life free of regret, there is an option open to you. It's called a lobotomy.

We're terrified of not having the answers, and we would sometimes rather assert an incorrect answer than make our peace with the fact that we really don't know.

without being sure of something, we can not begin to think about everything elses

Our love of being right is best understood as our fear of being wrong

Wow. I don't know. Maybe I'm wrong.

If it is sweet to be right, then - let's not deny it - it is downright savory to point out that someone else is wrong.

Take away the ability of an intelligent, principled, hard-working mind to get it wrong, and you take away the whole thing.

Regret doesn't remind us that we did badly, it reminds us that we know that we could do better.

If I never got to make a living doing what I loved, I'd still do it--for fun and for free.

He is not an ideal husband. I am his wife.

My world has just become perfect, midnight is also noonday, pain is also joy, a curse is also a blessing, the night is also a sun – be gone, or you will learn: a wise man is also a fool.

Confession is an act of violence against the unoffending.

I don't think that architecture is only about shelter, is only about a very simple enclosure. It should be able to excite you, to calm you, to make you think.

All the measurement in the world is useless if you don't make any changes based on the data.

One of the greatest provisions for people like me, to be honest with you - I give up a lot when I run.

This knowledge I pursure is the finest pleasure I have ever known. I could no sooner give it up that I could the very air that I breath.

Don’t nurture a sense of guilt; rather, nurture a sense of responsibility married with a sense of humility.

He lay on his chair with his hands clasped above his paunch not reading, or sleeping, but basking like a creature gorged with existence.