It is a good morning exercise for a research scientist to discard a pet hypothesis every day before breakfast. It keeps him young.

Since trifles make the sum of human things, And half our misery from our foibles springs; Since life's best joys consist in peace and ease, And though but few can serve, yet all may please; On, let th' ungentle spirit learn from hence, A small unkindness is a great offence.

Education, n. That which discloses to the wise and disguises from the foolish their lack of understanding.

Best friends don't ask you: "Is something wrong?"Best friends ask you: "Whats wrong?".

The search after the great men is the dream of youth, and the most serious occupation of manhood.

Who with a little cannot be content, endures an everlasting punishment.

Two ways to do it. The wrong way and my way.

A lover of Jesus and of the truth . . . can lift himself above himself in spirit.

Patience means self-suffering.

Happiness has many roots, but none more important than security.

It was necessary for us to discover greater powers of destruction than our enemies. We did. But after every war we have followed through with a new rise in our standard of living by the application of war-taught knowledge for the benefit of the world. It will be the same with the atomic bomb principles.

Boy, when you are dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a god dam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you are dead? Nobody.

It is Homer who has chiefly taught other poets the art of telling lies skillfully.

The attainment of an ideal is often the beginning of a disillusion.

I'm the artist formally known as Beck. I have a genius wig. When I put that wig on, then the true genius emerges. I don't have enough hair to be a genius. I think you have to have hair going everywhere.

Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1.

History's like a story in a way: it depends on who's telling it.

If you want to truly understand something, try to change it.

If cold December gave you birth, The month of snow and ice and mirth, Place on you hand a Turquoise blue, Success will bless whate'er you do.

There's a pang in all rejoicing, And a joy in the heart of pain; And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.