To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.

I never did anything worth doing by accident, nor did any of my inventions come by accident; they came by work.

History does not long entrust the care of freedom to the weak or the timid.

The wealthy are always surrounded by hangers-on; science and art are as well.

If I close my eyes and think of Hollywood, all I see is one big varicose vein.