It is the nature of all greatness not to be exact.

The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.

Nobody made a greater mistake than he who did nothing because he could do only a little.

Those who don't know history are destined to repeat it.

The hottest fires in hell are reserved for those who remain neutral in times of moral crisis.

Silence is golden but when it threatens your freedom it's yellow.

In a democracy, the majority of the citizens is capable of exercising the most cruel oppressions upon the minority.

It is a general popular error to suppose the loudest complainers for the public to be the most anxious for its welfare.

When you fear something, learn as much about it as you can. Knowledge conquers fear.

Mere parsimony is not economy. Expense, and great expense, may be an essential part in true economy.

The Fate of good men who refuse to become involved in politics is to be ruled by evil men.

Discipline leads us to desire, which matures into delight.

It was safe to assume he'd not only read the play but then re-read it, cross-referenced the annotations, and probably joined an online chat group called Buds of the Bard or something equally nerdy

Listen, and you will realize that we are made not from cells or from atoms. We are made from stories.

Wild animals bite the hand that feeds them. Clever people consume the entire body.

Refusal to hope is nothing more than a decision to die.

Nature is the mother and the habitat of man, even if sometimes a stepmother and an unfriendly home.

It is hope that gives life meaning. And hope is based on the prospect of being able one day to turn the actual world into a possible one that looks better.

When you tell a story you automatically talk about traditions, but they're never separate from the people, the human implications. You're talking about your connections as a human being.

The absolute yearning of one human body for another particular body and its indifference to substitutes is one of life's major mysteries.

The good old horse-and-buggy days: then you lived until you died and not until you were run over.