When you have exhausted all possibilities, remember this - you haven't.
Let the public throw bouquets to the inventors and in time we will all be happy.
To my mind the old masters are not art; their value is in their scarcity.
A failure teaches you that something can't be done-that way.
To me, the idea and expectation that the day is slowly and surely coming when we will be able to honestly say we are our brother's keeper and not his oppressor is very beautiful .
Religion is all bunk.