It has been my philosophy of life that difficulties vanish when faced boldly.
Jokes of the proper kind, properly told, can do more to enlighten questions of politics, philosophy, and literature than any number of dull arguments.
Those people who think they know everything are a great annoyance to those of us who do.
If my doctor told me I had only six minutes to live, I wouldn’t brood. I’d type a little faster.
There is a cult of ignorance in the United States, and there has always been. The strain of anti-intellectualism has been a constant thread winding its way through our political and cultural life, nurtured by the false notion that democracy means that my ignorance is just as good as your knowledge.
Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It’s the transition that’s troublesome.
The saddest aspect of life right now is that science gathers knowledge faster than society gathers wisdom.
No individual death among human beings is important. Someone who dies leaves his work behind and that does not entirely die. It never entirely dies as long as humanity exists.
Having reached 451 books as of now doesn’t help the situation. If I were to be dying now, I would be murmuring, Too bad! Only four hundred fifty-one. (Those would be my next-to-last words. The last ones will be: I love you, Janet.) [They were. -Janet.]
Never let your sense of morals prevent you from doing what is right.
Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It’s the transition that’s troublesome.
And above all things, never think that you’re not good enough yourself. A man should never think that. My belief is that in life people will take you at your own reckoning.