“Now there is one outstandingly important fact regarding Spaceship Earth, and that is that no instruction book came with it.”

I look for what needs to be done. After all, that’s how the universe designs itself.

Great nations are simply the operating fronts of behind-the-scenes.

The end move in politics is always to pick up a gun.

I just invent, then wait until man comes around to needing what I’ve invented.

The most important thing about Spaceship Earth – an instruction book didn’t come with it.

People should think things out fresh and not just accept conventional terms and the conventional way of doing things.

Here is God’s purpose – for God, to me, it seems, is a verb not a noun, proper or improper.

I’m not a genius. I’m just a tremendous bundle of experience.

By 2000, politics will simply fade away. We will not see any political parties.

Rashness is the faithful, but unhappy parent of misfortune.

Parents are usually more careful to bestow knowledge on their children rather than virtue, the art of speaking well rather than doing well; but their manners should be of the greatest concern.

We are not going to be able to operate our Spaceship Earth successfully nor for much longer unless we see it as a whole spaceship and our fate as common. It has to be everybody or nobody.

God is a verb, not a noun.

War is the ultimate tool of politics.

Each one of us could make the difference.

The youth of today are absolutely right in recognizing this nonsense of earning a wage.

O Lord, Your forgiveness came out greater.

Bitterness: anger that forgot where it came from.

Everyday hundreds of people came to the hospital… dying, and I have to introduce life into them again… my duty was to compete with death.

I’ve always been a bit squeamish when it came to that kind of thing.

Don’t bother asking for explanations, she’ll just tell you that she came in the year of the cat.

I think everybody understood what happened, why this consent decree came about after the Freddie Gray situation. There was tension on both sides.

In the 70s, what thrash was there? Punk came on, and that was cool. But there was no thrash.

And a little slate that came out of the wall that you could actually write on. And a door that locked from the outside.