And Freedom shrieked as Kosciusko fell!

To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.

The patriot's blood is the seed of Freedom's tree.

The proud, the cold untroubled heart of stone, that never mused on sorrow but its own.

the soul of conversation is sympathy

For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.

Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, and robes the mountain in its azure hue.

Although no words can really help to ease the loss you bear, Just know that you are very close in every thought and prayer. To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.

To live in the hearts of others is not to die

Your belief systems limit your reality to a sub-set of the solution space that does not contain the answer.

The smaller your reality, the more convinced you are that you know everything.

Wherever one has to ‘do’ anything, there is worldly life (sansaar) there.

Gallows humor is part of having a doctor in the house. Deal with it.

A police force, wherever they are, is made up of amazing people, and I respect them a great deal.

The same men who are placing all these outrageous restrictions on women’s freedoms in southern Somalia – that type of mentality – that’s what I had to deal with in captivity.

I'm thinking of writing a book on national health care. It will be 2,000 pages, and you'll have two hours to read it.

there is no such thing as hell but you can make it if you try

People are suspect because they believe your ideology blinds you to equal application of the law, and the facts.

I think you could say every pastor is writing this book [ Max on Life]; for many it just never gets published.

I mean the flesh, never fade! The flesh never leave the creation, see, because with that divine spirit the flesh cannot fade. If the spirit is weak then the flesh fade, seen?

Yeah, we wouldn't want to lose our little Mockingjay when she's finally begun to sing.