Anything more low, obscene, feculent, the manifold heaving's of history have not cast up. We shall come to the worship of onions, cats and things vermiculite.

Its Constitution--the glittering and sounding generalities of natural right which make up the Declaration of Independence.

Happy is he who has laid up in his youth, and held fast in all fortune, a genuine and passionate love of reading.

Neither irony nor sarcasm is argument.

I will look, your Honor, and endeavor to find a precedent, if you require it; though it would seem to be a pity that the Court should lose the honor of being the first to establish so just a rule.

A book is the only immortality.

There was a state without king or nobles; there was a church without a bishop; there was a people governed by grave magistrates which it had selected, and by equal laws which it had framed.

The final end of government is not to exert restraint but to do good.

We have built no temple but the Capitol. We consult no common oracle but the Constitution.

We join ourselves to no party that does not carry the flag and I keep step to the music of the Union.

Power, carried to extremes, is always liable to reaction.

My heart is an empty refrigerator.

Anyone who said he wasn't afraid during the civil rights movement was either a liar or without imagination. I was scared all the time. My hands didn't shake but inside I was shaking.

I mean, I like to think of myself as being strong and independent, but I definitely wasn't like that at 14

Where there is age there is evolution, where there is life there is growth.

I always know where the scissors are.

Green is a process, not a status. We need to think of 'green' as a verb, not an adjective.

I better start doing stand up comedy in Spanish before every comedian in Mexico translates my jokes.

Quit jumping over our feelings!

People in China say: 'If you love your children, send them to New York. If you hate your children, also send them to New York.

Is all literature eavesdropping, and all art Chinese imitation? our life a custom, and our body borrowed, like a beggar’s dinner, from a hundred charities?