I love that feeling of being in love the effect of having butterflies when you wake up in the morning. That is special.

All science requires mathematics. The knowledge of mathematical things is almost innate in us. This is the easiest of sciences a fact which is obvious in that no one's brain rejects it for laymen and people who are utterly illiterate know how to count and reckon.

It is not difficult for me to have this faith for it is incontrovertible that where there is a plan there is intelligence - an orderly unfolding universe testifies to the truth of the most majestic statement ever uttered - 'In the beginning God.'

My imagination my ability to understand the way love and people grow over time how passion can surprise and renew utterly failed me.

Uttering a word is like striking a note on the keyboard of the imagination.

To my utter despair I have discovered and discover every day anew that there is in the masses no revolutionary idea or hope or passion.

I like to feel the butterflies in the stomach I like to go home and have a restless night and wonder how I'm going to be able to accomplish this feat get jittery. That hunger and those butterflies in the stomach are very essential for all creative people.

Like your home's closets your financial clutter needs an overhaul every now and again and the payoff will go far beyond the psychic satisfaction of neatening up.

I am told that the first comprehensible word I uttered as a child was 'home.'

When a small child I thought that success spelled happiness. I was wrong happiness is like a butterfly which appears and delights us for one brief moment but soon flits away.