The ultimate gift of conscious life is a sense of the mystery that encompasses it.

If we never met again in our lives I should feel that somehow the whole adventure of existence was justified by my having met you.

To the extent that the scientist's capacity for pursuing the truth depends upon costly apparatus, institutional collaboration and heavy capital investment by government or industry he is no longer his own master.

Sport in the sense of a mass-spectacle, with death to add to the underlying excitement, comes into existence when a population has been drilled and regimented and depressed to such an extent that it needs at least a vicarious participation in difficult feats of strength or skill or heroism in order to sustain its waning life-sense.

The ultimate gift of conscious life is a sense of the mystery that encompasses it.

Trend is not destiny.

He who touches the soil of Manhattan and the pavement of New York, touches, whenever he knows or not, Walt Whitman.