We have met the enemy and he is us.

In like a dimwit, out like a light.

When we become negative and ungrateful, it is important to remember... We have met the enemy; and he is us.

Food for thought is no substitute for the real thing.

Having lost sight of our objectives, we redoubled our efforts.

Every burden is a blessing.

Traces of nobility, gentleness, and courage persist in all people, do what we will to stamp out the trend. So, too, do those characteristics which are ugly.

Flattery looks like friendship, just like a wolf looks like a dog. Food for thought is no substitute for the real thing.

Looking back on things, the view always improves.

We are confronted with insurmountable opportunities.

What's good about March? Well, for one thing, it keeps February and April apart.

He'd wanted to mend her just like his mother had mended his favorite teddy bear when his arm had come loose after too much play. He offered her his pudding cup instead.

The true tragedy in most people’s lives is that they are far better than they imagine themselves to be and, as a result, end up being much less than they might be.

I try to keep it real. I don't have time to worry about what I'm projecting to the world. I'm just busy being myself.

Documentaries are unpredictable. You never know what will turn up, and the drama occurs in real time. But if you listen to people, a narrative always emerges.

I feel absolutely sorry for the person who can't genuinely get excited about his or her work.

When a heretic wishes to avoid martyrdom he speaks of "Orthodoxy, True and False" and demonstrates that the True is his heresy.

Ingenious philosophers tell you, perhaps, that the great work of the steam-engine is to create leisure for mankind. Do not believe them; it only creates a vacuum for eager thought to rush in.

The same vices which are huge and insupportable in others we do not feel in ourselves.

I mean, being a child was being a child, was being a creature without power, without pocket money, without escape routes of any kind. So I didn't want to be a child.

An undevout poet is an impossibility.