Well, that's history for you, folks. Unfair, untrue and for the most part written by folk who weren't even there.

I don’t pretend to know much about love, but that’s how great love comes to an end, not in the flames of passion, but in the silence of regret.

The dead know everything, but don't give a damn.

Every arena of life intersects with what's going on in our hearts. Everything passes through on its way to wherever it's going. Everything.

That's the beauty of the Internet is that we're no longer tied to our communities by physical connections.

Knowing that I am different from the body, I need not neglect the body. It is a vehicle that I use to transact with the world. It is the temple which houses the Pure Self within.

Self-preservation's a man's first duty. And natives don't mind dying, you know. They don't feel about it as Europeans do.

Know, he that foretells his own calamity, and makes events before they come, twice over, doth endure the pains of evil destiny.

[Political] prose consists less and less of words chosen for the sake of their meaning, and more and more of phrases tacked together like the sections of a prefabricated hen-house.

I believe in courtesy, the ritual by which we avoid hurting other people's feelings by satisfying our own egos.

Everything that came out of Europe, every blue-eyed thing, is already an American. And as long as you and I have been over here, we aren't Americans yet.

It shows the truth - that the real meaning of a word is only as powerful or harmless as the emotion behind it.

Getting picked is fine if it happens to you. But it's not a plan. It's a version of waiting and hoping.