If power was an illusion, wasn't weakness necessarily one also?

The dead cannot cry out for justice. It is a duty of the living to do so for them.

Poets speak of hope in ladies smiles, but give me a smirk any day, I say.

Reputation is what other people know about you. Honor is what you know about yourself.

Don't wish to be normal. Wish to be yourself. To the hilt. Find out what you're best at, and develop it, and hopscotch your weaknesses. Wish to be great at whatever you are.

I'm very interested in the impact of biotechnology on the way people live.

If you can't be seven feet tall, be seven feet smart.

Aim high. You may still miss the target, but at least you won't shoot your foot off.

Since no one is perfect, it follows that all great deeds have been accomplished out of imperfection. Yet they were accomplished, somehow, all the same.

When you give each other everything, it becomes an even trade. Each wins all.

Adversity does teach who your real friends are.

Maybe you who condemn me are in greater fear than I who am condemned.

I am filled time and againwith a heart-aching wonder when I thinkof the fireand frost of memoriesof the everlastingnessof lovethe solace of familyand the power of prayer.

Thus and thus is the world. Seeing the depth, we shall see also the height, and praise both.

Some girls feel they are like boys, They play rough, they like a lot of noise.

Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if belles had faults to hide: If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.

The moose is singularly grotesque and awkward to look at. Why should it stand so high at the shoulders? Why have so long a head? Why have no tail to speak of?

Have you talked to North?" he said. "Yes," she said. "I asked him to get us cable." "I wish you weren't talking to him." "I'd talk to Satan to get cable," Andie said.

The shadows of Ina-Karekh are the place where nightmares dwell, but not their source. Never forget: the shadowlands are not elsewhere. We create them. They are within.

You know you can do more, but everyone expects you to quit.

In a weird way I must have loved my little collection of hurts and wounds. They provided me with some real nice sympathy, with the feeling I was exceptional... What a special case I was.