When our souls shall leave this dwelling, the glory of one fair and virtuous action is above all the 'scutcheons on our tomb, or silken banners over us.
Women have a favorite room, men a favorite chair.
Ideas are like wandering sons. They show up when you least expect them.
You are mature when you know what is foolhardy and what is courage.
An extravagance is something that your spirit thinks is a necessity.
September tries its best to have us forget summer.
I like the word "indolence. " It makes my laziness seem classy.
I really suggest listening to talk radio. I mean, if you just listen to what the talk hosts are saying, they sound like they are lunatics.
Perhaps I am still very much of an American. That is to say, naïve, optimistic, gullible. In the eyes of a European, what am I but an American to the core, an American who exposes his Americanism like a sore. Like it or not, I am a product of this land of plenty, a believer in superabundance, a believer in miracles.
I don't think about commercial concerns when I first come up with something. When I sit down at the piano, I try to come up with something that moves me.
In this world, time has three dimensions, like space. Just as an object may move in three perpendicular directions, corresponding to horizontal, vertical, and longitudinal, so an object may participate in three perpendicular futures. Each future moves in a different direction of time. Each future is real. At every point of decision, the world splits into three worlds, each with the same people, but different fates for those people. In time, there are an infinity of worlds.