If I was left to my own devices, you would see about ten T-shirts in rotation with maybe a few nice pairs of jeans - but I also like to look good. I like feeling really well put together, I just don't have the aptitude and the knowledge to do that.

It was getting the results that made science worth doing; the accolades were a thin, secondary pleasure.

Gregory Benford

I've never worried about age.

Jeanne Moreau

Old age adds to the respect due to virtue, but it takes nothing from the contempt inspired by vice it whitens only the hair.

Ira Gershwin

Kemampuan membaca itu sebuah rahmat. Kegemaran membaca; sebuah kebahagiaan.

Goenawan Mohamad

The person lives twice who lives the first life well.

Robert Herrick

The fence around a cemetery is foolish, for those inside can't get out and those outside don't want to get in.

Arthur Brisbane

Ideally a painter (and, generally, an artist) should not become conscious of his insights: without taking the detour through his reflective processes, and incomprehensibly to himself, all his progress should enter so swiftly into the work that he is unable to recognize them in the moment of transition. Alas, the artist who waits in ambush there, watching, detaining them, will find them transformed like the beautiful gold in the fairy tale which cannot remain gold because some small detail was not taken care of.

Rainer Maria Rilke

The resistance of policy-makers to intelligence is not just founded on an ideological presupposition. They distrust intelligence sources and intelligence officials because they don't understand what the real problems are.

Aldrich Ames

Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals the human spirit.

e. e. cummings

Des Menschen Kraft, im Dichter offenbartThe human power is revealed by poetIl potere dell'umanit? si rivela nel poeta

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Revolutions never go backward.

Wendell Phillips

For what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbors and laugh at them in our turn?

Jane Austen