Your real progressives are never fair: they are never sufficiently neutral.

There can be no happiness if the things we believe in are different from the things we do.

To awaken quite alone in a strange town is one of the most pleasant sensations in the world. You are surrounded by adventure.

Tolerance cannot afford to have anything to do with the fallacy that evil may convert itself to good.

Christmas... is not an external event at all, but a piece of one's home that one carries in one's heart.

The most ominous of fallacies - the belief that things can be kept static by inaction

The world has become too full of many things, an over furnished room.

You will, if you're wise and know the art of travel, let yourself go on the stream of the unknown and accept whatever comes in the spirit in which the gods may offer it.

This is one of the charms of the desert, that removing as it does nearly all the accessories of life, we see the thin thread of necessities on which our human existence is suspended.

The art of advertising - untruthfulness combined with repetition.

The true fruit of travel is perhaps the feeling of being nearly everywhere at home.

Peace gives you the world, laughter gives you the sky, joy gives you the world, and love gives you the universe.

The world is big in some ways, and so small in others.

No gods or demons would stop him in his quest of being reunited with her.

Every phase of a film has to go against what was done in the previous one.

Families are the deepest, most screwed up relationships that we have.

Deliberation is not a particular type of speech, but a political act of collective decision-making in consideration of consequences.

Fights aren't won in the octagon, they're won in the months leading up to them, in a near-empty gym, in the lost hours of a day, whether I feel like it or not.

The advice nearest to my heart and deepest in my convictions is that the Union of the States be cherished and perpetuated.

A foolish man is always doing, Yet much remains to be done.

If we love-and-serve an ideal we reach backward in time to its inception and forward to its consummation. To grow is sometimes to hurt; but who would return to smallness?