There are certain truths so true that they are practically unbelievable.

Some of my father's fellow West Pointers once asked him why I turned out so well, his secret in raising me. And he said, "I never gave him any advice, and he never asked for any." We agreed on nothing, but we never quarreled once.

A superficial education would be worse than none. But a full education would open every man's eyes to the nature of human existence.

There is no human problem which could not be solved if people would simply do as I advise.

The true confessors have been aware that not only is life mostly failure, but that in one's failure or pettiness or wrongness exists the living drama of the self.

It is marvelous indeed to watch on television the rings of Saturn close; and to speculate on what we may yet find at galaxy's edge. But in the process, we have lost the human element; not to mention the high hope of those quaint days when flight would create one world. Instead of one world, we have star wars, and a future in which dumb dented human toys will drift mindlessly about the cosmos long after our small planet's dead.

The theater needs continual reminders that there is nothing more debasing than the work of those who do well what is not worth doing at all.