To label me an intellectual is a misunderstanding of what that is.

To label me an intellectual is a misunderstanding of what that is.

We are becoming like cats, slyly parasitic, enjoying an indifferent domesticity. Nice and snug in the social, our historic passions read more

We are becoming like cats, slyly parasitic, enjoying an indifferent domesticity. Nice and snug in the social, our historic passions have withdrawn into the glow of an artificial coziness, and our half-closed eyes now seek little other than the peaceful parade of television pictures.

Habits are safer than rules; you don't have to watch them. And you don't have to keep them either. They read more

Habits are safer than rules; you don't have to watch them. And you don't have to keep them either. They keep you. - Essays.

It is our belief that if people are set free to express themselves to the fullest, their accomplishments will be read more

It is our belief that if people are set free to express themselves to the fullest, their accomplishments will be far beyond their dreams, and they will not only contribute to the growth of the company, but will also be more useful citizens and contribute to the society at large.

Virtue is not the absense of vices or the avoidance of moral dangers; virtue is a vivid and separate ting, read more

Virtue is not the absense of vices or the avoidance of moral dangers; virtue is a vivid and separate ting, like pain or a particular smell. - Tremendous Trifles.

The free man is he who does not fear to go to the end of his thought.

The free man is he who does not fear to go to the end of his thought.

There is such a thing as moderation, even in telling the truth.

There is such a thing as moderation, even in telling the truth.

True friendship is like sound health; the value of it is seldom known until it is lost.

True friendship is like sound health; the value of it is seldom known until it is lost.

After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with color, read more

After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with color, bountiful with life. Within decades we must close our eyes again. Isn’t it a noble, an enlightened way of spending our brief time in the sun, to work at understanding the universe and how we have come to wake up in it? This is how I answer when I am asked—as I am surprisingly often—why I bother to get up in the mornings.