So many people of liberal persuasion value their own progressive opinions more than they value the people they hold those opinions about.

Jonathan had been around Washington long enough to know that no offer was exactly what it seemed.

He seemed to believe that indignation was a sufficient guardian.

He was vain and tended to surround himself with intellectual and moral pygmies.

He was the sort of man who only wanted to be told what he already assumed was true.

Our sense of history has grown dangerously thin, and our sense of proportion with it.

Coming from a business family, she shied away from abstractions.

She had been carried away by the need to defend herself.

People seem to remember the sacrifices they made more than what the sacrifices were for.

The victors always think they are righteous. But then, they always seem to start a mighty unrighteous squabbling over the spoils.

The only way to prove his willingness to wait would be to wait.

Pride has often been his best friend. It has connected him nearer with virtue than any other feeling.

Life is an illusion which wisely prevents you from seeing yourself fully.

Reflect upon your present blessings of which every man has many-not on your past misfortunes of which all men have some.

It's easy for Americans to forget that the food they eat doesn't magically appear on a supermarket shelf.

Being in Christ, it is safe to forget the past; it is possible to be sure of the future; it is possible to be diligent in the present.

The true function of philosophy is to educate us in the principles of reasoning and not to put an end to further reasoning by the introduction of fixed conclusions.

There's nothing better than actually getting to watch the person and see his or her mannerisms.

I'm not trying to be ridiculous or funny, but it was rather pleasant to find yourself in isolation, in solitary.

The laws are very simple: thought is creative; fear attracts like energy; love is all there is.

I just feel that the East and the West are two different worlds. I sometimes get saddened when I see that very few writers of color are published or reviewed in East Coast presses and magazines.