But it required a disastrous, internecine war to bring this question of human freedom to a crisis, and the process of striking the shackles from the slave was accomplished in a single hour.

Education is the mother of leadership.

I believe in America because we have great dreams, and because we have the opportunity to make those dreams come true.

Whenever we take away the liberties of those whom we hate we are opening the way to loss of liberty for those we love.

It is from weakness that people reach for dictators and concentrated government power. Only the strong can be free. And only the productive can be strong.

No man has a right in America to treat any other man "tolerantly" for tolerance is the assumption of superiority. Our liberties are equal rights of every citizen.

The test of good manners is to be able to put up pleasantly with bad ones.

Freedom of the press is the staff of life, for any vital democracy.

When we talk of freedom and opportunity for all nations, the mocking paradoxes in our own society become so clear they can no longer be ignored.

I am not interested in the support of anybody who stands for any form of prejudice as to anybody's race or religion. . . . I have no place in my philosophy for such beliefs.

And political parties, overanxious for vote catching, become tolerant to intolerant groups.

Focus on the end, not the beginning- on the beginning not the end- The process proceeds in the inner dimension.

a wish... that we may, each of us, with utter regularity, melt into the truth of our inescapable beauty.

A good self-esteem level is mostly dependant on how we value ourselves without any bias.

He avoided small talk at the best of times and this, unquestionably, was a million horrific miles from the best of times.

If you could have won, you should have.

Laughter is the mind's intonation. There are ways of laughing which have the sound of counterfeit coins.

There is very strong historical data that suggest the way societies grow is by making large, long-term investments.

I don't know much about cars," Joyce said, "but I think someone took my engine.

The echo of the gunshots lingered; it was soon drowned by the chanting of the mob, and I didn't believe what I was hearing. They were chanting, 'We want peace. We want peace.'

I wish to be put away in a western dress I designed, with my daughter's little gold cross necklace and my son's small white testament in my hands, and my wedding band on.