What's an artist but the dregs of his work - the human shambles that follows it around?

What’s any artist, but the dregs of his work?

Stupidity is the deliberate cultivation of ignorance.

What's any artist, but the dregs of his work? the human shambles that follows it around. What's left of the man when the work's done but a shambles of apology.

Justice? You get justice in the next world, in this world you have the law.

If you want to make a million you don't have to understand money, what you have to understand is people's fears about money

Power doesn't corrupt people; people corrupt power.

How some of the writers I come across get through their books without dying of boredom is beyond me.

...mementos of this world, in which the things worth being were so easily exchanged for the things worth having.

It is the bliss of childhood that we are being warped most when we know it the least.

We're comic. We're all comics. We live in a comic time. And the worse it gets the more comic we are.

Hope is faith of a glad heart.

Would you prefer to drag through life for 100 years or live with excitement for 50? -RVM

...a genuine work of art, can never be false, nor can it be discredited through the lapse of time, for it does not present an opinion but the thing itself.

Judeo-Christian revelation is not the negative influence secularists proclaim it to be. Rather, it is the taproot of our civilization.

When you have the arrogance, the confidence and you can't cook, then you're only going to look stupid.

My job is to express who I am and what I hate about the country and what I love about it and what I hate about myself and what I love about myself and to make you laugh while I'm doing it.

The athletic fool, to whom what heaven denied of soul, is well compensated in limbs.

The leader continually passes on the vision to those who come around, knowing that dreams, if presented right, are contagious.

„Everyone wants to believe that there’s something else – something great – waiting for them on the other side. Paradise. Valhalla. Heaven. Their next – hopefully less horrible – life.

Freedom is a rare and delicate plant. Our minds tell us, and history confirms, that the great threat to freedom is the concentration of power.