The capacity to suffer varies more than anything that I have observed in human nature.

Truthfulness with me is hardly a virtue. I cannot discriminate between truths that and those that don't need to be told.

The power to love what is purely abstract is given to few.

There are some people that you cannot change, you must either swallow them whole or leave them alone.

Although I am not stupid, the mathematical side of my brain is like dumb notes upon a damaged piano.

There is nothing more perplexing in life than to know at what point you should surrender your intellect to your faith.

The first element of greatness is fundamental humbleness (this should not be confused with servility); the second is freedom from self; the third is intrepid courage, which, taken in its widest interpretation, generally goes with truth; and the fourth-the power of love-although I have put it last, is the rarest.