I discover myself on the verge of a usual mistake.

Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes.

I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person.

My words itch at your ears till you understand them

And I or you pocketless of a dime, may purchase the pick of the earth.

I hear and behold God in every object, yet understand God not in the least, Nor do I understand who there can be more wonderful than myself.

The press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred affections, They scorn the best I can do to relate them.

To drive free, to love free, to court destruction with taunts. One brief house of madness and joy!

Dark is dark in the darkness.

Keep your revolver near you night and day, and never relax your precautions.

The combination of Obamacare and taxes would be a disaster.

Once you go alien, you really do never go back.

Where would I have ended up if I had been intelligent?

Isn't it interesting how Christians are not afraid to teach their children about evolution?

There is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in.

I want to be a student for life.

Whereas smaller computer languages have features designed into them, C++ is unusual in having a whole swathe of functionality discovered, like a tract of 19th century Africa.

I could have been a Vincent Young y'all know nothing about. I was on the wrong road, and it was a hard, hard time.