If a picture is worth a thousand words, please paint me the Gettysburg Address.

Where was it ever promised us that life on this earth can ever be easy, free from conflict and uncertainty, devoid of anguish and wonder and pain? … The purpose of life is to matter, to be productive, to have it make some difference that you lived at all.

Proverbs often contradict one another, as any reader soon discovers. The sagacity that advises us to look before we leap promptly warns us that if we hesitate we are lost; that absence makes the heart grow fonder, but out of sight, out of mind.

Machines certainly can solve problems, store information, correlate, and play games - but not with pleasure.

It is not that which is beautiful that pleases us, but that which pleases is is called beautiful.

Words sing. They hurt. They teach. They sanctify. They were man's first, immeasurable feat of magic. They liberated us from ignorance and our barbarous past.

We see things as we are, not as they are.