However, it has long been said that "my enemy's enemy is my friend.

Real power... comes not from hate, but from truth.

Contrary to his infallibly "honest" image, Abe wasn't above lying so long as it served a noble purpose.

I wouldn't back away from what's right just because it's hard.

I leave you, hoping that the lamp of liberty will burn in your bosoms until there shall no longer be a doubt that all mean are created free and equal.

The bottom half of the page had descended into a doodle of a tiny man giving the middle finger to a giant, angry eagle with razor-sharp talons. Beneath it, the caption: To Mock a Killing Bird.

Without death,' he answered, 'life is meaningless. It is a story that can never be told. A song that can never be sung. For how would one finish it?

So I suggest you stick close, pay attention, and avoid breaking the Terrorverse's only commandment: Thou shall not be stupid.

So long as this country is cursed with slavery, so too will it be cursed with vampires.

We may all deserve hell, but some of us deserve it sooner than others.

But if you read Jane Austen, you know that she had a wicked sense of humor. Not only was she funny, but her early writing was very dark and had a gothic tone to it.

Last year my boyfriend gave me a painting - a very personal one. I really prefer personal gifts or ones made by someone for me. Except diamonds. That's the exception to the rule.

The financial crisis appears to be mostly behind us, and the economy seems to have stabilized and is expanding again.

Peace as a positive condition of society, not merely as an interim between wars, is something so unknown that it casts no images on the mind's screen.

I like what I hear other guys doing, but the thing that really attracts me is melodic playing.

Nonsense! The most hopelessly stupid man is he who is not aware that he is wise.

If you and sin are friends, you and God are not yet reconciled.

I grew up with siblings, so if I could just snap my fingers and have four [children], I would have four

If you become a Nun, dear, The bishop Love will be; The Cupids every one, dear! Will chant-'We trust in thee!'

Books were put out, and 'had a run,' / Like coinage from the mint; / But which could fill the place of one, / That one they wouldn't print?