I know that I am leaving the winning side for the losing side, but it is better to die on the losing side than to live under Communism.

On that road of the informer, it is always night. I cannot ever inform against anyone without feeling something die within me. I inform without pleasure, because it is necessary.

In 1937, I began, like Lazarus, the impossible return.

The chief fruit of the First World War was the Russian Revolution and the rise of Communism as a national power.

The crisis of the Western world exists to the degree in which it is indifferent to God.

I see in Communism the focus of the concentrated evil of our time.

Innocence seldom utters outraged shrieks. Guilt does.

In the United States, the working class are Democrats. The middle class are Republicans. The upper class are Communists.

I do not know any way to explain why God's grace touches a man who seems unworthy of it.

The Communist vision is the vision of man without God.

A Communist breaks because he must choose at last between irreconcilable opposites-God or Man, Soul or Mind, Freedom or Communism.

It is when our inner male and female sides meets within ourselves that a new spark of love, joy, and wholeness arises within ourselves.

A man's life is like a well, not like a snake--it should be measured by its depth, not by its length.

The more you openly name your struggles, the less people can use your silence as a back door to blackmail you, to sabotage your leadership, or to subvert relationships within the organization.

Marking a book is literally an experience of your differences or agreements with the author. It is the highest respect you can pay him.

Certainty is a cruel mindset. It hardens our minds against possibility.

I take from people all the time. I didn't ever go to acting classes or anything. You can just watch people.

On a Creep Scale from Hello Kitty to Cthulhu, I award it a Freddy Krueger. Granuaile MacTiernan

I love the sound of Elmore James, the sound early guitarists like him got just by using minimal means.

Joy and sorrow, beauty and deformity, equally pass away.

When I first ran for Congress in 1998, people counted me out.