There's a responsibility in being a person. It's more than just taking up space where air would be.

The last clear definite function of man — muscles aching to work, minds aching to create beyond the single need — this is man.

After the bare requisites to living and reproducing, man wants most to leave some record of himself, a proof, perhaps, that he has really existed. He leaves his proof on wood, on stone or on the lives of other people. This deep desire exists in everyone, from the boy who writes dirty words in a public toilet to the Buddha who etches his image in the race mind. Life is so unreal. I think that we seriously doubt that we exist and go about trying to prove that we do.

People need responsibility. They resist assuming it, but they cannot get along without it.

Perhaps the less we have, the more we are required to brag.

The literature of science is filled with answers found when the question propounded had an entirely different direction and end.

New York is a wonderful city... It is going to be the capital of the world.