A man without ambition is dead. A man with ambition but no love is dead. A man with ambition and love for his blessings here on earth is ever so alive. Having been alive, it won't be so hard in the end to lie down and rest.
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.
The release of atomic energy has not created a new problem. It has merely made more urgent the necessity of solving an existing one.
Our imagination is the only limit to what we can hope to have in the future.
There are plenty of good five-cent cigars in the country. The trouble is they cost a quarter. What this country needs is a good five-cent nickel.
If one sticks too rigidly to one's principles, one would hardly see anybody.
Van was screaming something and Jolu was shouting and I looked at them for a second and that was when someone put a coarse.