“There are two kinds of pedestrians… the quick and the dead.”

What’s wonderful is to read the different translations – some done in 1600 and some in 1900 – of the same passage. It’s fascinating to watch the same tale repeated in such a different way by two different centuries.

If you’re involved in an accident and you’re at fault $500,000 may not be enough. Do you really want to lose your house because you failed to spend an extra couple of hundred bucks?

Walk with a sense of being a part of a vast universe. Consider the thousands of miles of earth beneath your feet; think of the limitless expanse of space above your head.

Our enemy sees us clearly. They will not start a war. They’re worried about one thing: If democracy develops here, if we succeed, we will win

Doing leads more surely to talking than talking to doing.

The tax collector must love poor people, he’s creating so many of them.

The work of healing is peeling away the barriers of fear that keep us unaware of our true nature of love, peace, and rich interconnection with the web of life.

Dread not events unknown, and be not downhearted, for the fountain of the water of life is involved in obscurity.

Progress is a continuing effort to make the things we eat, drink, and wear as good as they used to be.

What the heck do you think I’m doing? I’m laying these darn bricks! He then walked over to the second bricklayer and asked the same question.

Aristocracy has three successive ages. First superiority s, then privileges and finally vanities. Having passed from the first, it degenerates in the second and dies in the third.

The best that can be said of you is that you got saved.

The suburb is a place where someone cuts down all the trees to build houses, and then names the streets after the trees.

He knows not the value of a day of pleasure who has not seen adversity.

A statesman is any politician it’s considered safe to name a school after.

Contraries are cured by contraries.

My mother’s father taught English literature. When I was about ten or eleven, I could recite Macaulay’s ‘Lays of Ancient Rome.’ While other kids were playing pedestrian war games, I’d be Horatius keeping the bridge.

No one else looks out upon the world so kindly and charitably as the pedestrian; no one else gives and takes so much from the country he passes through.

Just as modern motorways have no room for ox-carts or wandering pedestrians, so modern society has little place for lives and ways that are too eccentric.