The weak have one weapon: the errors of those who think they are strong.

The weak have one weapon: the errors of those who think they are strong.

Governing sense, mind and intellect, intent on liberation, free from desire, fear and anger, the sage is forever free.

Governing sense, mind and intellect, intent on liberation, free from desire, fear and anger, the sage is forever free.

A pleasant illusion is better than a harsh reality.

A pleasant illusion is better than a harsh reality.

I like nonsense -- it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living. It's a way read more

I like nonsense -- it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living. It's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope...and that enables you to laugh at all of life's realities.

When you choose your friends, don't be short-changed by choosing personality over character.

When you choose your friends, don't be short-changed by choosing personality over character.

We are becoming like cats, slyly parasitic, enjoying an indifferent domesticity. Nice and snug in the social, our historic passions read more

We are becoming like cats, slyly parasitic, enjoying an indifferent domesticity. Nice and snug in the social, our historic passions have withdrawn into the glow of an artificial coziness, and our half-closed eyes now seek little other than the peaceful parade of television pictures.

True friendship is like sound health; the value of it is seldom known until it is lost.

True friendship is like sound health; the value of it is seldom known until it is lost.

A nation which makes the final sacrifice for life and freedom does not get beaten.

A nation which makes the final sacrifice for life and freedom does not get beaten.

After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with color, read more

After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with color, bountiful with life. Within decades we must close our eyes again. Isn’t it a noble, an enlightened way of spending our brief time in the sun, to work at understanding the universe and how we have come to wake up in it? This is how I answer when I am asked—as I am surprisingly often—why I bother to get up in the mornings.