Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.
Jealousy is a disease, love is a healthy condition. The immature mind often mistakes one for the other, or assumes that the greater the love, the greater the jealousy – in fact, they are almost incompatible; one emotion hardly leaves room for the other.
A desire not to butt into other people’s business is at least eighty percent of all human wisdom.
Climate is what you expect, weather is what you get.
An armed society is a polite society. Manners are good when one may have to back up his acts with his life.
I know why we laugh. We laugh because it hurts, and it’s the only thing to make it stop hurting.
Heinlein’s Rules for Writers Rule One: You Must Write Rule Two: Finish What Your Start Rule Three: You Must Refrain From Rewriting, Except to Editorial Order Rule Four: You Must Put Your Story on the Market Rule Five: You Must Keep it on the Market until it has Sold.
Dad claims that library science is the foundation of all sciences just as math is the key – and we will survive or founder, depending on how well the librarians do their jobs. Librarians didn’t look glamorous to me but maybe Dad had hit on a not very obvious truth.
Don’t ever become a pessimist, Ira; a pessimist is correct oftener than an optimist, but an optimist has more fun – and neither can stop the march of events.
I grok in fullness.
The correct way to punctuate a sentence that states: “Of course it is none of my business, but – ” is to place a period after the word “but.” Don’t use excessive force in supplying such a moron with a period. Cutting his throat is only a momentary pleasure and is bound to get you talked about.
Have you ever known me to be rude to a lady?” “I have seen you be intentionally rude to a woman. I have never seen you be rude to a lady.
People simplify ‘Apollonian’ into ‘mild’, and ‘calm’, and ‘cool’. But ‘Apollonian’ and ‘Dionysian’ are two sides of one coin – a nun kneeling in her cell, holding perfectly still, can be in ecstacy more frenzied than any priestess of Pan Priapus celebrating the vernal equinox.
The coldest depth of Hell is reserved for people who abandon kittens.