I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.

Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.

The man of knowledge must be able not only to love his enemies but also to hate his friends.

Love is like a virus. It can happen to anybody at any time.

It has always seemed strange to me... the things we admire in men, kindness and generosity, openness, honesty, understanding and feeling, are the concomitants of failure in our system. And those traits we detest, sharpness, greed, acquisitiveness, meanness, egotism and self-interest, are the traits of success. And while men admire the quality of the first they love the produce of the second.