Justice? Who asks for justice? We make our own justice ... Let us not rail about justice as long as we have arms and the freedom to use them.

The mystery of life isn't a problem to solve, but a reality to experience.

Without change, something sleeps inside us, and seldom awakens. The sleeper must awaken.

All governments suffer a recurring problem: Power attracts pathological personalities.

If we define Futurism as an exploration beyond accepted limits, then the nature of limiting systems becomes the first object of exploration.

When politics and religion are intermingled, a people is suffused with a sense of invulnerability, and gathering speed in their forward charge, they fail to see the cliff ahead of them

There is no real ending. It’s just the place where you stop the story.

Do actions agree with words? There's your measure of reliability. Never confine yourself to the words.

Seek freedom and become captive of your desires. Seek discipline and find your liberty.

Justice belongs to those who claim it, but let the claimant beware lest he create new injustice by his claim and thus set the bloody pendulum of revenge into its inexorable motion

The best contribution one can make to humanity is to improve oneself.

Pardon me if, reading that, I want to laugh, because you want to relieve me of a fear I've never had. I've never thought that, as they say, you eat little children.

The musician has the most brothers, and the dancer the most sisters.

God gives us His spirit, while we give Him our bodies by fully submitting to Him and doing His will

And the founder of Christianity made no secret indeed of his estimation of the Jewish people. When He found it necessary, He drove those enemies of the human race out of the Temple of God.

You know what I want to do? Wake up one weekend and not have to go anywhere and do nothing.

The whole duty of man is summed up in obedience to God's will.

Any kind of manipulation with human embryos should be prohibited.

Motivation, passion, and focus have to come from the top.

I had a very pleasant three years at Yale. I must say I did take it seriously, and consequently it took me a while to get over it.

I kiss you and kiss you, With arms around my own, Ah, how shall I miss you, When, dear, you have grown.