Whining is just unbecoming.

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.

It may in fact be utterly impossible to be successful without helping others to become successful.

By love I don't mean indulgence. I do not mean sentimentality. And in this instance, I don't even mean romance. I mean that condition that allowed humans to dream of God.That condition that allowed the "dumb" to write spirituals and Russian songs and Irish lilts. That is love, and it's so much larger than anything I can conceive.

Only equals make friends, every other relationship is contrived and off balance.

The dread of futility has been my life-long plague.

Talent is like electricity. We don't understand electricity. We use it.