The brain may devise laws for the blood, but a hot temper leaps o'er a cold decree.
My view of the internet is that it is way overrated in what it’s done to date but considerably underrated in what it will do.
Real cultural diversity results from the interchange of ideas, products, and influences, not from the insular development of a single national style.
Our time and attention is scarce. Art is not that important to us, no matter what we might like to believe. . . Our love of art is often quite temporary, dependent upon our moods, and our love of art is subservient to our demand for a positive self image. How we look at art should account for those imperfections and work around them. Keep in mind that books, like art museums, are not always geared to the desires of the reader. Maybe we think we are supposed to like tough books, but are we? Who says? Many writers (and art museums) produce for quite a small subsample of the. . . public.
To get a person's real opinion, ask what she thinks everyone else believes. . . If people truly hold a particular belief, they are more likely to think that others agree or have had similar experiences. [People] tend to assume that other people have had life histories at least somewhat similar to their own. When we talk about other people, we are often talking about ourselves, whether we know it ourselves.
The more information that's out there, the greater the returns to just being willing to sit down and apply yourself. Information isn't what's scarce; it's the willingness to do something with it.
Apart from the seemingly magical Internet, life in broad material terms isn't so different from what it was in 1953. . . The wonders portrayed in 'The Jetsons,' the space-age television cartoon from the 1960s, have not come to pass. . . Life is better and we have more stuff, but the pace of change has slowed down.
Compliments cost nothing, yet many pay dear for them.
Standing up to bullies is the hallmark of a civilized society.
A gambit never becomes sheer routine as long as you fear you may lose the king and pawn ending!
There's a connection that's hard to explain. It's the feeling I get when I see someone shuffle up to meet me, or say something, and I can instantly tell by the cant of their head or by the movement of their arms -- and these are people who aren't even full-blown symptomatic -- that they're one of us. And the look they give me, it's not just gratitude -- I don't care about the gratitude -- but solidarity. And shared optimism. And a resiliency that just makes me think we're doing the right thing, and that this truly is a community.