We should every night call ourselves to an account; What infirmity have I mastered today? What passions opposed? What temptation resisted? What virtue acquired? Our vices will abort of themselves if they be brought every day to the shrift.
My pessimism extends to the point of even suspecting the sincerity of the pessimists.
You freeze where you are, time stops, and your heart thunders in your ears.
It is impossible to walk rapidly and be unhappy.
Time is on the side of the oppressed today, it's against the oppressor. Truth is on the side of the oppressed today, it's against the oppressor. You don't need anything else.
Fall is my favorite season in Los Angeles, watching the birds change color and fall from the trees.
The art of war is simple enough. Find out where your enemy is. Get at him as soon as you can. Strike him as hard as you can, and keep moving on.