After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with color, bountiful with life. Within decades we must close our eyes again. Isn’t it a noble, an enlightened way of spending our brief time in the sun, to work at understanding the universe and how we have come to wake up in it? This is how I answer when I am asked—as I am surprisingly often—why I bother to get up in the mornings.
Good men must be affectionate men.
Stay away from needle drugs. Richard Nixon is the only dope worth shooting.
"I must've seen it in a USENET posting"; that's sort of like hearsay evidence from Richard Nixon.
Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall to the floor crying. And then, however much later, it is finally happening to you: you’re falling to the floor crying thinking, “I am falling to the floor crying,†but there’s an element of the ridiculous to it — you knew it would happen and, even worse, while you’re on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you realize you didn’t paint it very well.
A thing can be true and still be desperate folly.
A rumor is one thing that gets thicker instead of thinner as it is spread.
The more I want to get something done, the less I call it work.
You teach best what you most need to learn.
Learning is finding out what you already know