My definition [of a philosopher] is of a man up in a balloon, with his family and friends holding the ropes which confine him to earth and trying to haul him down.

Far away in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them, but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them, and try to follow where they lead.

Good books, like good friends, are few and chosen; the more select, the more enjoyable.

Money is the root of all evil, and yet it is such a useful root that we cannot get on without it any more than we can without potatoes.

We all have our own life to pursue, Our own kind of dream to be weaving... And we all have the power To make wishes come true, As long as we keep believing.

It takes very little fire to make a great deal of smoke nowadays, and notoriety is not real glory.