Those three divine attributes of a perfect woman: goodness, beauty and wealth.

This world is too peaceful, too acquiescent, too tame. It is a circumcised world. Nay! - a castrated world! It must be made fiercer, before it can become grander and better and - more natural.

Why should a man deliberately encircle his mind with needless prison walls. No man can reach highest excellence who puts limits to his own thought.

Women of vanquished races are usually very prone to wed with the men who have slaughtered their kindred in battle.

There is no field of activity for great men without the coming of great wars, great struggles and great revolutions.

Nothing so lowers a lover in a virile maiden's estimation, than for him to be 'whipped' in a personal encounter with a rival.

Most women you know are very much interested in the man who is reputed to be deeply admired by other women.

Unfitness for war is unfitness for existence.

Women have ever been the stumbling block and betrayers of ambition.

Good or bad I propose to be something great!

Disobedience is the stamp of the hero.

I thought you were gone forever, I thought you’d walked away from everything, because I failed, because I destroyed the only thing that ever mattered to me. I waited for you to come, but you didn’t.

The time we are living in is a crucial time in the mind of God

Coolidge thought budgets were virtuous. He had his econ straight. He didn't just cut taxes, he also cut the budget.

There are not enough Indians in the world to defeat the Seventh Cavalry.

One shouldn't go to the woods looking for something, but rather to see what is there.

I'd bowled a lot, but I never really had proper lessons.

He became fubar in the classic way, which is to say that he was the victim of a temporary arrangement that became permanent.

Is this some sort of test?" "Everything that doesn't kill you is." "Mind you," he added, "surviving doesn't always mean you passed.

The biggest turn-off for me is people who think the world of themselves. Arrogance is not a sexy quality, and it really gets on my nerves.

Find what is it that never sleeps and never wakes, and whose pale reflection is our sense of 'I'