The triumph of anything is a matter of organization.

If this isn't nice, I don't know what is.

Now, the engineers and managers believe with all their hearts the glorious things their forebears hired people to say about them. Yesterday's snow job becomes today's sermon.

It strikes me as gruesome and comical that in our culture we have an expectation that man can always solve his problems ... This is so untrue that it makes me want to cry-or laugh.

The people who taught really knew their stuff. My chemistry teacher, Frank Wade, was actually a chemist. I was so lucky in a number of ways.

What passes for culture in my head is really a bunch of commercials.

If you would be unloved and forgotten, be reasonable.