A man ninety years old was asked to what he attributed his longevity. I reckon, he said, with a twinkle read more

A man ninety years old was asked to what he attributed his longevity. I reckon, he said, with a twinkle in his eye, it because most nights I went to bed and slept when I should have sat up and worried.

Sometimes I lie awake at night, and ask, 'Where have I gone wrong?' Then a voice says to me, 'This read more

Sometimes I lie awake at night, and ask, 'Where have I gone wrong?' Then a voice says to me, 'This is going to take more than one night.'

There are years that ask questions and years that answer.

There are years that ask questions and years that answer.

The question is not whether we will die, but how we will live.

The question is not whether we will die, but how we will live.

There are two sides to every question, because, when there are no longer two sides it ceases to be a read more

There are two sides to every question, because, when there are no longer two sides it ceases to be a question

Questions are the creative acts of intelligence

Questions are the creative acts of intelligence

The first question I ask myself when something doesn't seem to be beautiful is why do I think it's not read more

The first question I ask myself when something doesn't seem to be beautiful is why do I think it's not beautiful. And very shortly you discover that there is no reason.

The test of a good teacher is not how many questions he can ask his pupils that they will answer read more

The test of a good teacher is not how many questions he can ask his pupils that they will answer readily, but how many questions he inspires them to ask him which he finds it hard to answer

I answer the heroic question "Death, where is they sting?" with "It is here in my heart and mind and read more

I answer the heroic question "Death, where is they sting?" with "It is here in my heart and mind and memories."