I'm bothered by the fact that stupid people don't spontaneously combust, which they should.
And during my college, at the end of the junior year I worked in a mine.
I wonder how anybody can think his personality changes with his success. I've had quite a bit of success but I feel that I'm just the same person as I always was.
No matter how thin you slice it it's still baloney.
Many of the younger generation know my name in a vague way and connect it with grotesque inventions, but don't believe that I ever existed as a person. They think I am a nonperson, just a name that signifies a tangled web of pipes or wires or strings that suggest machinery. My name to them is like a spiral staircase, veal cutlets, barber's itch—terms that give you an immediate picture of what they mean.
I, I don't think anybody's continually happy, uh, except idiots, you know. You know, you have to have little moments of depression.
And, uh, I've got about six thousand cartoons up there, also books and papers.
Remember, the entrance door to the sanctuary is inside you.
We weren't too stressed out, this morning we just knew that if we had strong, good swims we would be fine, so it was actually a lot of fun.
I've been the type of guy, I've always been very forthcoming with how I feel. And that it doesn't make you less of a man to like go and be like, 'This is how I feel about you. This is the truth. '
The progressive development of man [has as its] ultimate purpose the complete mastery of mind over the material world.