“A sense of humor is the main measure of sanity.”

Yesterday’s weirdness is tomorrow’s reason why.

Beware of looking for goals: look for a way of life. Decide how you want to live and then see what you can do to make a living WITHIN that way of life.

Sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whisky and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind but falling in love and not getting arrested.

In a closed society where everybody’s guilty, the only crime is getting caught. In a world of thieves, the only final sin is stupidity.

Love plans for tomorrow and loneliness thinks of yesterday.

I am surprised and embarrassed to be a part of the first American generation to leave the country in far worse shape than it was when we first came into it.

It was one of those fine little love stories that can make you smile in your sleep at night.

It was obvious that he was a man who marched through life to the rhythms of some drum I would never hear.

You won’t find reasonable men on the tops of tall mountains.

For every moment of triumph, for every instance of beauty, many souls must be trampled.

Freedom is something that dies unless it’s used.

Graffiti is beautiful; like a brick in the face of a cop.

Buy the ticket, take the ride.

He had that rare weird electricity about him – that extremely wild and heavy presence that you only see in a person who has abandoned all hope of ever behaving normally.

If there is in fact, a heaven and a hell, all we know for sure is that hell will be a viciously overcrowded version of Phoenix.

There are always risks in challenging excessive police power, but the risks of not challenging it are more dangerous, even fatal.

Measured against eternity, our time on earth is just a blink of an eye, but the consequences of it will last forever.

Success is not measured by what you accomplish, but by the opposition you have encountered, and the courage with which you have maintained the struggle against overwhelming odds.

While we measure our own success in terms of our personal comfort and security, the universe measures our success by how much we have learned.

Man is manifestly not the measure of all things. This universe is shot through with mystery. The very fact of its being, and of our own, is a mystery absolute, and the only miracle worthy of the name.

Every dance is a kind of fever chart, a graph of the heart.

Humility is to make a right estimate of one’s self. It is no humility for a man to think less of himself than he ought, though it might rather puzzle him to do that.

You cannot measure a man by his failures. You must know what use he makes of them. What did they mean to him. What did he get out of them.

What is it possible to do well, in physics particularly, if things are not reduced to degrees and measures?