You must question a code of ethics that never impedes your progress.

A dog is much like a married man, obeying his master's voice for the sake of his master's touch.

It helps if you don't see it as traffic but rather as thousands of individuals resolved to press on another day.

In the end you don't so much find yourself as you find someone who knows who you are.

I guess, when you get down to it, a loving touch compensates for an unskilled hand about everywhere except in an airplane cockpit.

As you reach for understanding, you find that your ladder of facts isn’t long enough, and you try to extend it by adding a rung of faith. Eventually you see that the task is hopeless, and you put away your ladder of facts and go get a ladder of faith.

Do not mistake probability for truth, for it is a notorious liar.