History is littered with the wars which everybody knew would never happen.

As I look ahead, I am filled with foreboding. Like the Roman, I seem to see "the River Tiber foaming with much blood.

In the end, the Labour party could cease to represent labour. Stranger historic ironies have happened than that.

A politician complaining about the media is like a sailor complaining about the sea.

Independence, the freedom of a self-governing nation, is in my estimation the highest political good, for which any disadvantage, if need be, and any sacrifice are a cheap price.

All political lives, unless they are cut off in midstream at a happy juncture, end in failure, because that is the nature of politics and of human affairs.

The supreme function of statesmanship is to provide against preventable evils.

If my ship sails from sight, it doesn't mean my journey ends, it simply means the river bends.

If I cannot understand my friend's silence, I will never get to understand his words.

People are disposed to mistake predicting troubles for causing troubles and even for desiring troubles.

The enemies of advertising are the enemies of freedom.

In other words, I was a moderately happy penguin who was occasionally attacked by sadness.

To Fred, those years seemed to pass like quickly skimming a book and then finding the ending wasn't what he expected. He wished he'd paid more attention to the story.

On Thanksgiving Day, during our family gathering, we pray you to have mercy on Antonio Pontón …

When you think an angry thought about someone, it's like hitting them.

When I'm watching sports I can't be bothered.

Sometimes, we don't get what we want. . . But this is a benevolent universe. And once in a while, we do.

My Life Is Merged And My Spirit Has Merged With Somebody Else.

How often could things be remedied by a word. How often is it left unspoken.

If consciousness can function independently of the body during one's lifetime, it could be able to do the same after death.

What kind of an idiotic question is that?