All poetry is misrepresentation.

The said truth is that it is the greatest happiness of the greatest number that is the measure of right and wrong.

Create all the happiness you are able to create; remove all the misery you are able to remove.

Stretching his hand up to reach the stars, too often man forgets the flowers at his feet.

The day may come when the rest of the animal creation may acquire those rights which never could have been withholden from them but by the hand of tyranny.

I don't care whether animals are capable of thinking; all I care about is that they are capable of suffering!

It is vain to talk of the interest of the community, without understanding what is the interest of the individual

The power of the lawyer is in the uncertainty of the law.

Nature has placed mankind under the government of two sovereign masters, pain and pleasure.

Natural rights is simple nonsense: natural and imprescriptible rights, rhetorical nonsense—nonsense upon stilts.

It is with government as with medicine, its only business is the choice of evils. Every law is an evil, for every law is an infraction of liberty.

It is never wrong to inspire, for Jesus Christ became an inspiration to many who had been given the tag of condemnation

I don't know why, but there's always the part of you, the part that hides in the shadows protecting the self-destruct button, that doesn't ever want to leave the dark behind.

The harsh reality will be the fear that has always been at the back of your mind coming to play right in front of your eyes

Speech is one symptom of affection; and silence one; the perfect communication is heard of none.

The secret of not having worries, for me at least, is to have ideas.

There is absolutely no disconnect between common sense gun safety measures and protecting the Second Amendment rights of gun owners.

I am a huge sports fan. I grew up playing sports and I'm a huge [Arkansas] Razorbacks fan, but any sports personally.

A big, studly football jock like me? I got plenty of blood to spare. For you, I have anything to spare.

Rock Hudson wasn't my type. He's a great guy and had a great sense of humor.

This mangled, smutted semi-world hacked out Of dirt . . . It is not possible for the moon To blot this with its dove-winged blendings.