Most People Stop Looking When They Find

He Who Joyfully Marches To Music In Rank And File Has Already Earned My Contempt. He Has Been Given A Large Brain By Mistake, Since For Him The Spinal Cord Would Suffice.

Since That Deluge Of Newspaper Articles I Have Been So Flooded With Questions, Invitations, Suggestions, That I Keep Dreaming I Am Roasting In Hell, And The Mailman Is The Devil Eternally Yelling At Me, Showering Me With More Bundles Of Letters At My Head Because I Have Not Answered The Old Ones.

The Finest Emotion Of Which We Are Capable Is The Mystic Emotion. Herein Lies The Germ Of All Art And All True Science. Anyone To Whom This Feeling Is Alien, Who Is No Longer Capable Of Wonderment And Lives In A State Of Fear Is A Dead Man.

Real Sign Of Intelligence Isn't Knoweldge, It's Imagination

Compound Interest Is The Eighth Natural Wonder Of The World And The Most Powerful Thing I Have Ever Encountered.