We may argue eloquently that 'Honesty is the best Policy' - unfortunately, the moment honesty is adopted for the sake of policy it mysteriously ceases to be honesty.

If you want your own way, God will let you have it. Hell is the enjoyment of one's own way forever.

Death seems to provide the minds of the Anglo-Saxon race with a greater fund of amusement than any other single subject.

For the sole true end of education is simply this: to teach men how to learn for themselves; and whatever instruction fails to do this is effort spent in vain.

Time and trouble will tame an advanced young woman, but an advanced old woman is uncontrollable by any earthly force.

God was executed by people painfully like us, in a society very similar to our own ... by a corrupt church, a timid politician, and a fickle proletariat led by professional agitators.

What do we find God 'doing about' this business of sin and evil?...God did not abolish the fact of evil; He transformed it. He did not stop the Crucifixion; He rose from the dead.

A society in which consumption has to be artificially stimulated in order to keep production going is a society founded on trash and waste, for such a society is a house built upon sand.

It is not the business of the church to adapt Christ to men, but men to Christ.

As I grow older and older, And totter toward the tomb, I find that I care less and less Who goes to bed with whom.

If men will not understand the meaning of judgement, they will never come to understand the meaning of grace.

The masks. that men have as faces, the outward shells they hold up for others to see while their minds shift in hidden directions" Discard 2

Teaching is a gift you give not only to others, but also to yourself. You give and you receive, you teach and you learn.

During the Cold War, we gathered information by listening to the Soviets, taking pictures of the Soviets, and we allowed our human intelligence to decline.

I think I am good in the department of body language and fighting, and stuff like that. It's just natural to me, maybe because I love sports.

At some point we must realize that actively defending against radical Islamic teachings is not a matter of cultural relativity. It is a matter of universally recognized human rights.

Who dreams of a son, save one, childless, having no bright face to flatter its own, who dreams of a son?

But I was a pure romantic, and only operating with half my burners turned on.

Don't be sorry you loved him. That's part of you, part you have to let go.

Excuse me, scary people. (Alix)

Poor Desdemona! I am glad thy father's dead. Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief Shore his old thread in twain.