This is what you shall do; Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body.
Our dear race, born without courage but very brave, born with a flickering intelligence and yet with beauty in its hands. What animal has made beauty, created it, save only we? With all our horrors and our faults, somewhere in us there is a shining. This is the most important of all facts. There is a shining.
Most people are on the world, not in it — have no conscious sympathy or relationship to anything about them — undiffused, separate, and rigidly alone like marbles of polished stone, touching but separate.
The same people who worry about thinking machines today were certain that the introduction of calculators would usher in an era of knuckle-dragging imbecility.
You put your mind to it, you try to do right by people, you listen, you don't run around with the answers, eventually a door opens up. Be prepared and take advantage of it.
Hard work won't guarantee you success, but without hard work, I can guarantee you won't have success. What do you choose?
I've missed more than 9000 shots in my career. I've lost almost 300 games. 26 times, I've been trusted to take the game-winning shot and missed. I've failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed.
If God created the world, where was He before Creation?... Know that the world is uncreated, as time itself is, without beginning and end.
I have lived through much, and now I think I have found what is needed for happiness. A quiet secluded life in the country, the possibility of being useful to people to whom it is easy to do good, and who are not accustomed to having it done it to them; then work which one hopes may be of some use; then rest, nature, books, music, love for one's neighbor—such is my idea of happiness. And then, on top of all that, you for a mate, and children perhaps—what more can the heart of a man desire?
Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and an unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind. These passions, like great winds, have blown me hither and thither, in a wayward course, over a deep ocean of anguish, reaching to the very verge of despair.
No one will be able to read the great book of the Universe if he does not understand its language, which is that of mathematics.
It is my conviction that pure mathematical construction enables us to discover the concepts and the laws connecting them, which gives us the key to the understanding of nature.... In a certain sense, therefore, I hold it true that pure thought can grasp reality, as the ancients dreamed.
If you want something you’ve never had, you have to be willing to do something you have never done.
A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads lives only one.
Even in war’s darkest days, in most places in the world, absolutely nothing is happening.
Men do not learn very much from the lessons of history, and that is the most important of all the lessons of history.
We’ve all seen the movies where the hero is in trouble, and he’s surrounded by twenty people, but you know he’s going to get away because he’s the hero. So you don’t really feel any fear for him. I want my readers, and I want my viewers to be afraid when my characters are in danger.
The meaning of life is to find your gift. The purpose of life is to give it away.
Well, I'm accidentally in the middle of the Death Star here. I should probably figure out how the thing works before I leave.
Do we want our children one day to say to us, ‘Wait a minute, you knew this was a problem and you ignored it?’
We still educate our children by batches. It's like the most important thing about them is their date of manufacture.
Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
I don’t know what God has in store for me—I don’t know. But I’m pretty sure when I face him, he’s not gonna ask me, ‘How many football games did you win, Larry Gilmer?’ He’s gonna say, ‘How many lives did you change?’
One of the penalties for refusing to participate in politics is that you end up being governed by your inferiors.
I had some terrific experiences in the wilderness... overpowering, overwhelming. But then, I am always being overwhelmed. I require it to sustain life.
I have been thinking more and more that I shall always be a wanderer of the wilderness. God, how the trail lures me. You cannot comprehend it's resistless fascination for me. After all, the line trail is the best... I'll never stop wandering. And when the time comes to die, I'll find the wildest, loneliest, most desolate spot there is.
Children are innocent and love justice, while most of us are wicked and naturally prefer mercy.
The computer is incredibly fast, accurate, and stupid. Man is unbelievably slow, inaccurate, and brilliant. The marriage of the two is a force beyond calculation.
Our system is based on creating wealth for the few, unfortunately at the expense of the health of the many.
Not only humans, but also every other organism in the cosmos, as well as the planets and moons on which they thrive, would not exist but for the wreckage of stars. So you're made from detritus. Get over it. Or better yet, celebrate it. After all what nobler thought can one cherish than that the universe lives within us all?