Somehow I reached excess without ever noticing when I was passing through satisfaction.
Life is the only game in which the object of the game is to learn the rules.
What could possibly be more fantastic than reality?
By the miracle of teaching, I can give you some of my ability, without losing any of it myself.
Why am I so often at the mercy of those who don't deserve to control my life?
Why does it so often take a genius to see the obvious?