Everything at some point has been declared the root of all evil.

The man who is most aggressive in teaching tolerance is the most intolerant of all: he wants a world full of people too timid and ashamed to really disagree with anything.

It is a noble responsibility to not back down when you know that you know that you know that you are right.

If you want to find the real competition, just look in the mirror. After awhile you'll see your rivals scrambling for second place.

The weather is nature's disruptor of human plans and busybodies. Of all the things on earth, nature's disruption is what we know we can depend on, as it is essentially uncontrolled by men.

There's no need to curse God if you're an ugly duckling. He chooses those strong enough to endure it so that they can guide others who've felt the same.

One who enjoys finding errors will then start creating errors to find.

God gives His deepest discernment and sharpest marksmanship to men who aim to expose His truth before an enemy's lies.

The best ideas will eat at you for days, maybe even weeks, until something, some incident, some impulse, triggers you to finally express them.

Your love is as stable as you are: It's not about how good a person makes you feel, but rather what good you can do for them.

I think a lot of psychopaths are just geniuses who drove so fast that they lost control.

(...) greed that preys on human misery (...)

...handsome people are always interesting to watch. But a handsome person in crisis is riveting.

A house is very much like a portrait. I cannot disconnect houses from people. The thought of arrangement, the curves and straight lines. It gives an indication of the character at the heart of it.

My problem is I can think whatever I think—girl power, solidarity, Gloria Steinem rah rah rah — but I still feel the way I feel. Which is jealous. And pissy about little things.

I do not know the needs of a god or of another world... I do know that women make shirts for seventy cents a dozen in this one.

Festina lente. Make haste slowly.

There was a level on which I believed that what had happened remained reversible

It has been my fate in a long life of production to be credited chiefly with the equivocal virtue of industry, a quality so excellent in morals, so little satisfactory in art.

Inside all of us is... hope. Inside all of us is... fear. Inside all of us is... adventure. Inside all of us is a wild thing.

I'm convinced more than ever that capitalism, with its technological development, has not been an advance toward freedom but has been an enormous setback of freedom.