I can't think of any relatives that ever went into science.

Later in the fifties I got involved in kinetic studies using my long forgotten math background.

I was particularly good at math and science.

To my father, business was the highest calling, but to my mother, medicine was the top profession.

I'll never forget the fall colors on the Berkshires.

My family gave me the best in education.

I was one who liked to work with my hands as well as my brain.

I was born in Taunton, Massachusetts on June 1, 1917, but I actually grew up in nearby New Bedford.

At the time my dog had a fungus on her chest that wouldn't heal and resisted treatment. I made an ointment with our product and it cleared up in two days. She lived to 17 years.

My family background was heavily slanted toward business and seafaring matters.

At Harvard I majored in chemistry with a strong inclination toward math.

At this point I was strongly advised that I was too young socially to go to college so I took a second senior year at Andover, another boarding school.

In those days industry would hire any chemist that could breathe.

In those days I was terrible at athletics and never made a team, but quite easily led my class in academics.

I can't think of any relatives that ever went into science.

My sister and I were born in San Francisco. When our parents died, we came down here to live with relatives.

When I see professional clowns, mimes, or people who makes ballon animals, I think of their relatives and how disappointed they must be.

I had no blood relatives till I made some.

Religion kept some of my relatives alive, because it was all they had. If they hadn't had some hope of heaven, some companionship in Jesus, they probably would have committed suicide, their lives were so hellish.

I was always a drama queen. I remember playing in the kitchen, trying to get my mom to think I was dead and call the police. When she didn't, I would cry. I was always theatrical. I don't think any of my relatives are surprised.

God gave us our relatives; thank God we can choose our friends.

You know, all my songs are relatives, brothers, sisters, cousins.

Relatives cannot help you in the studios," she says. "You stand or fall by your own efforts.

Nobody has ever before asked the nuclear family to live all by itself in a box the way we do. With no relatives, no support, we've put it in an impossible situation.

I am convinced that material things can contribute a lot to making one's life pleasant, but, basically, if you do not have very good friends and relatives who matter to you, life will be really empty and sad and material things cease to be important.

In time your relatives will come to accept the idea that a career is as important to you as your family. Of course, in time the polar ice cap will melt.

Some people are your relatives but others are your ancestors, and you choose the ones you want to have as ancestors. You create yourself out of those values.

What is a normal childhood? We weren't rich, we were pretty middle-class. My dad survived from job to job; with him taking care of so many relatives, he couldn't save any money.

Blood relatives often have nothing to do with family, and similarly, family is about who you choose to make your life with.

When one has love for God, one doesn't feel any physical attraction to wife, children, relatives and friends. One retains only compassion for them.

I find it difficult to imagine an afterlife, such as Christians, or at any rate many religious people, conceive it, believing that the conversations with relatives and friends interrupted here on earth will be continued in the hereafter.

Unfortunately, inner feelings and potential are often stunted by our parents, relatives or peers.

I always felt I was living in two worlds. One was the Mexican world, because nearly everybody I knew, relatives and cousins and kids in the neighbourhood, were Mexican. Then school was a different world. It was ethnically mixed.

I enjoy slaughtering beasts, and I think of my relatives constantly.

We still lend our old house out to relatives. They keep a guest book for my fans to sign.

Fighting hard to protect yourself and your relatives is good for your genes, but when captured and escape is not possible, giving up short of dying and making the best you can of the new situation is also good for your genes.

Friends are relatives you make for yourself.

The advice would be the same for any kind of fiction. Keep writing, and keep sending things out, not to friends and relatives, but to people who have the power to buy. A lot of additional, useful tips could be added, but this is fundamental.

I was very much in my room with my marionette stage, you know, creating these incredibly boring things that I felt were so fascinating, and forcing my relatives to come, and charging money for them to see my little productions.

So when I write characters and situations and relationships, I try to sort of utilize what I know about the world, limited as it is, and what I hear from my friends and see with my relatives.

Fate chooses our relatives, we choose our friends.

Well, if you don't want your relatives and friends to die, help me spread the news. Let people know about immortality device. That way, your loved ones won't die.

Individuals approaching death often experience encounters with their dead relatives, who seem to welcome them to the next world. These deathbed visions are authentic and convincing; they are often followed by a state of euphoria and seem to ease the transition.

Six hours a day I lived under school discipline in active intercourse with people none of whom were known to those at home, and the other hours of the twenty-four I spent at home, or with relatives of the people at home, none of whom were known to anybody at school.

God gives us relatives; thank God, we can choose our friends.

The family ties between hundreds of thousands of German families and their American relatives led many to think that America would never join a second war against Germany.

My whole damn family was nice. I don't think I've imagined it. It's true. Maybe it has to do with being brought up as Christian Scientists. Half of my relatives were Readers or Practitioners in the church.

My mother speaks of my step being a source of life-long pain to her, that it is a living death, etc. By the same post I had several letters from anxious relatives, telling me that it was my duty to come home and thus ease my mother's anxiety.

My relatives used to laugh when I talked of being a writer.