The time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time.
Science is the most reliable guide for civilization, for life, for success in the world. Searching a guide other than the science is meaning carelessness, ignorance and heresy.
What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the words I have read in my life.
Crude classifications and false generalizations are the curse of organized life.
Early in life I had to choose between honest arrogance and hypocritical humility. I chose the former and have seen no reason to change.
Life is not easy for any of us. But what of that? We must have perseverance and above all confidence in ourselves. We must believe that we are gifted for something and that this thing must be attained.
Certain signs precede certain events.
Take a chance! All life is a chance. The man who goes farthest is generally the one who is willing to do and dare.
Our life always expresses the result of our dominant thoughts.
During the first period of a man's life the greatest danger is not to take the risk.
The more man meditates upon good thoughts, the better will be his world and the world at large.
Life is a difficult game. You can win it only by retaining your birthright to be a person.
Imagination does not become great until human beings, given the courage and the strength, use it to create.
Let the guarantee of free speech be in every man's determination to use it, and we shall have no need of paper declarations.
The lessons of the past are ignored and obliterated in a contemporary antagonism known as the generation gap.
Being ignorant is not so much a shame, as being unwilling to learn.
Every time I see an adult on a bicycle, I no longer despair for the future of the human race.
Even when you think you have your life all mapped out, things happen that shape your destiny in ways you might never have imagined.
Life is like playing a violin solo in public and learning the instrument as one goes on.
Life is a disease, brother, and death begins already at birth. Every breath, every heartbeat, is a moment of dying - a little shove toward the end.
History repeats itself, first as tragedy, second as farce.