The moment we begin to fear the opinions of others and hesitate to tell the truth that is in us, and from motives of policy are silent when we should speak, the divine floods of light and life no longer flow into our souls.
More movement, and the sense of bodies being shackled in alongside of me.
I hope that when I die, people say about me, 'Boy, that guy sure owed me a lot of money.'
Because we don't think about future generations, they will never forget us.
When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
I've grown to realize the joy that comes from little victories is preferable to the fun that comes from ease and the pursuit of pleasure.
I feel about airplanes the way I feel about diets. It seems to me they are wonderful things for other people to go on.
I believe in God, only I spell it Nature.
A hypocrite is a person who--but who isn't?