When you’ve got a Chautauqua in your head, it’s extremely hard not to inflict it on innocent people.

The man whose only pleasure in life is making money, weighs less on the moral scale than an angleworm.

I knew if I ate anything of hers again, it would lkely tell me the same message: help me, I am not happy, help me -- like a message in a bottle sent in each meal to the eater, and I got it. I got the message.

Who would fare better in this world of fitful time? Those who have seen the future and live only one life? Or those who have not seen the future and wait to live life? Or those who deny the future and live two lives?

Written By Alan Lightman

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