A wise man thinks what is easy is difficult.

A wise man thinks what is easy is difficult.

When somebody gives you a sexy look, you know they're trying. It's terrible! But when you smile, it's so much read more

When somebody gives you a sexy look, you know they're trying. It's terrible! But when you smile, it's so much sexier!.

Success... it's what you do with what you've got.

Success... it's what you do with what you've got.

Imagine being able to sit at your desk and with a few keystrokes on your computer-being able to access almost read more

Imagine being able to sit at your desk and with a few keystrokes on your computer-being able to access almost any information you need from a storehouse of the world's published knowledge.

Self-revelation is a cruel process. The real picture, the real "you" never emerges. Looking for it is as bewildering as read more

Self-revelation is a cruel process. The real picture, the real "you" never emerges. Looking for it is as bewildering as trying to know how you really look. Ten different mirrors show you ten different faces.

During my eighty-seven years, I have witnessed a whole succession of technological revolutions. But none of them has done away read more

During my eighty-seven years, I have witnessed a whole succession of technological revolutions. But none of them has done away with the need for character in the individual or the ability to think.

Some people weave burlap into the fabric of our lives, and some weave gold thread. Both contribute to make the read more

Some people weave burlap into the fabric of our lives, and some weave gold thread. Both contribute to make the whole picture beautiful and unique.

There could be no honor in a sure success, but much might be wrested from a sure defeat.

There could be no honor in a sure success, but much might be wrested from a sure defeat.

If you saw Atlas, the giant who holds the world on his shoulders, if you saw that he stood, blood read more

If you saw Atlas, the giant who holds the world on his shoulders, if you saw that he stood, blood running down his chest, his knees buckling, his arms trembling but still trying to hold the world aloft with the last of his strength, and the greater the effort the heavier the world bore down upon his shoulders -- what would you tell him to do? I don't know. What could he do? What would you tell him? To shrug.