Cruel and cold is the judgment of man, Cruel as winter, and cold as the snow; But by-and-by will the deed and the plan Be judged by the motive that lieth below.

Some day Love shall claim his own Some day Right ascend his throne, Some day hidden Truth be known; Some day - some sweet day.

The joy late coming late departs.

The year goes wrong, and tares grow strong, Hope starves without a crumb; But God's time is our harvest time, And that is sure to come.

We can’t be trapped by fear. Lives lived within such walls are just slower deaths.

...we must learn -once again- to regard Islam as the norm by which the world is to be judged.

All coaches are thinking men, or else they wouldn't survive.

How does it make sense to remove an option, to tell your enemy before you go into a conflict, that you will not exercise whatever options are necessary in order to achieve victory?

Truth is much too complicated to allow anything but approximations.

I shut up and keep my ears and eyes open.

We...we could be friends.' We COULD be rare specimens of an exotic breed of dancing African elephants, but we're not. At least, I'M not.

Is there any point in public debate in a society where hardly anyone has been taught how to think, while millions have been taught what to think?

God judges what we tolerate as well as what we practice. Too often we put up with things we ought to put out.

If Socialism can only be realized when the intellectual development of all the people permits it, then we shall not see Socialism for at least five hundred years.