In my end is my beginning.

Beauty is one of the rare things which does not lead to doubt of God.

The intelligence of any discussion diminishes with the square of the number of participants.

Between 1950 and 1952, a bored weatherman, stationed north of Hudson Bay, left a monument that neither government nor time can eradicate. Using a bulldozer abandoned by the Air Force, he spent two years and great effort pushing boulders into a single

Lots of folks confuse bad management with destiny.