We join ourselves to no party that does not carry the flag and I keep step to the music of the Union.

Its Constitution--the glittering and sounding generalities of natural right which make up the Declaration of Independence.

Happy is he who has laid up in his youth, and held fast in all fortune, a genuine and passionate love of reading.

Neither irony nor sarcasm is argument.

I will look, your Honor, and endeavor to find a precedent, if you require it; though it would seem to be a pity that the Court should lose the honor of being the first to establish so just a rule.

A book is the only immortality.

There was a state without king or nobles; there was a church without a bishop; there was a people governed by grave magistrates which it had selected, and by equal laws which it had framed.

The final end of government is not to exert restraint but to do good.

We have built no temple but the Capitol. We consult no common oracle but the Constitution.

Anything more low, obscene, feculent, the manifold heaving's of history have not cast up. We shall come to the worship of onions, cats and things vermiculite.

Power, carried to extremes, is always liable to reaction.

Curiosity is the great motivator of an education. It’s the how of learning: how we go from not knowing something to knowing it inside and out.

Life […] is scientific, that’s what it is.

Bad things always happen in three.

A coward is a man who'd rather live dead than die alive

I travel a ridiculous amount, so I've thought a lot about, and spent a lot of time refining, what I carry and how I carry it.

'Fringe' is essentially a love story, so the scenes where Walter had close connection with Peter, but also with Anna's character or Jasika's character, were very special to me.

I would consider myself an inventor at heart, or reinventor.

Sophie, honey, stop looking at me like that,” Garrett said gruffly. “You’ll have me convinced I’m going to die.” “You’re not?

There's something amazing about tea. It's good before a meal, after a meal, when drunk, when taking drugs, while playing football and after being called a poof in the street.

There is nothing quite like the controlled burn of Eugene Marten’s prose. Waste is an exhilarating and unnerving piece of fiction.