I knew wherever I was that you thought of me, and if I got in a tight place you would come-if alive.

If I had my choice I would kill every reporter in the world, but I am sure we would be getting reports from Hell before breakfast.

War is cruelty. There is no use trying to reform it. The crueler it is, the sooner it will be over.

Courage - a perfect sensibility of the measure of danger, and a mental willingness to endure it.

We can make war so terrible and make them so sick of war that generations pass away before they again appeal to it.

You people of the South don't know what you are doing. This country will be drenched in blood, and God only knows how it will end.

I beg to present you as a Christmas gift the city of Savannah.

After all, I think Forrest was the most remarkable man our Civil War produced on either side.

If forced to choose between the penitentiary and the White House for four years, I would say the penitentiary, thank you.

I hate newspapermen. They come into camp and pick up their camp rumors and print them as facts. I regard them as spies, which, in truth, they are.

The voice of the people is the voice of humbug.

The Cameroonian soul is genuine. It is noble, and it embodies humanism.

IF YOU WANT TO CREATE A CHANGE, you must challenge not only the models of Unreality, but the paradigms that underwrite them.

For those of us who are told our families are wrong, we can question more strongly what we believe is right.

My dad used to have an expression - 'It is the lucky person who gets up in the morning, puts both feet on the floor, knows what they are about to do, and thinks it still matters.'

We have made flying so cheap, I'm afraid we are going to make it cheap at any cost.

One of the symptoms of being free is you begin to dream.

As I grew older I became a drunk. Why? Because I like ecstasy of the mind.

The unhappy man, who once has trail'd a pen, Lives not to please himself, but other men; Is always drudging, wastes his life and blood, Yet only eats and drinks what you think good.

Can it be that there is not enough space for man in this beautiful world, under those immeasurable, starry heavens?

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever,- One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never.