Americans are like a rich father who wishes he knew how to give his son the hardships that made him rich.

The way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock tree Has given my heart A change of mood And saved some part Of a day I had rued.

Half the world is composed of people who have something to say and can't, and the other half who have nothing to say and keep on saying it.

No memory of having starred atones for later disregard, or keeps the end from being hard.

If you remember only one thing I've said, remember that an idea is a feat of association, and the height of it is a good metaphor. If you have never made a good metaphor, then you don't know what it's all about.

Something we were withholding made us weak, until we found it was ourselves.

The people I want to hear about are the people who take risks.