Everything I did in my life that was worthwhile, I caught hell for.

The most tragic paradox of our time is to be found in the failure of nation-states to recognize the imperatives of internationalism.

In The Field Of Public Education, The Doctrine Of 'Separate But Equal' Has No Place

The fantastic advances in the field of electronic communication constitute a greater danger to the privacy of the individual.

Many people consider the things government does for them to be social progress but they regard the things government does for others as socialism.

When the rights of any individual or group are chipped away, the freedom of all erodes.

It is the spirit and not the form of law that keeps justice alive.

In these days, it is doubtful that any child may reasonably be expected to succeed in life if he is denied the opportunity of an education.

It is doubtful that congress would pass the Bill of Rights if it were introduced today.

Legislators represent people, not trees or acres. Legislators are elected by voters, not farms or cities or economic interests.

To get what you want, STOP doing what isn't working.

If that poem idea is in your head NOW, write it down. Right now. Or lose it. For when it's gone, it's gone forever...

Getting caught is what I do best. It is either a natural talent (which means we can blame my family genes) or a well-hewn craft (in which case we can still blame my parents).

It is easier to lose a thosuand disciples than to win over one.

A major difficulty in translation is that a word in one language seldom has a precise equivalent in another one.

The physical business of writing is unpleasant to me, but the psychic satisfaction of discharging bad ideas in worse English makes me forget it.

Christianity was preached by ignorant men and believed by servants, and that is why it resembles nothing ever known.

I would rather die now than to live a life of oblivious ease in so sick a world.

The shot heard round the world.

What is necessary to keep providing good care to nature has completely fallen into ignorance during the materialism era.

Very old are the woods; And the buds that break Out of the brier's boughs, When March winds wake, So old with their beauty are-- Oh, no man knows Through what wild centuries Roves back the rose.