If you are the master be sometimes blind, if you are the servant be sometimes deaf.

Who is blind, but my servant? or deaf, as my messenger that I sent? who is blind as he that is perfect, and blind as the LORD's servant? / Seeing many things, but thou observest not; opening the ears, but he heareth not.

Sometimes I think we're alone. Sometimes I think we're not. In either case, the thought is staggering.

There is nothing in a caterpillar that tells you it's going to be a butterfly.

Most of my advances were by mistake. You uncover what is when you get rid of what isn't.

Ninety-nine percent of who you are is invisible and untouchable.