I'm struck by the insidious, computer-driven tendency to take things out of the domain of muscular activity and put them into the domain of mental activity. The transfer is not paying off. Sure, muscles are unreliable, but they represent several million years of accumulated finesse.
It is not enough to aim; you must hit.
After the last of 16 mounting screws has been removed from an access cover, it will be discovered that the wrong access cover has been removed.
A billion here, a billion there, pretty soon it adds up to real money.
To err is human, but to really foul things up requires a computer.
Maybe the most any of us can expect of ourselves isn't perfection but progress.
While we have the gift of life, it seems to me that only tragedy is to allow part of us to die - whether it is our spirit, our creativity, or our glorious uniqueness.
If a dog jumps in your lap, it is because he is fond of you; but if a cat does the same thing, it is because your lap is warmer.
Above all things, never be afraid. The enemy who forces you to retreat is himself afraid of you at that very moment.