I've begun so late, really only in recent years, to truly love the world... Out of gratitude, I want to call my book on political theories Amor Mundi .

The sad truth is that most evil is done by people who never make up their minds to be good or evil.

When evil is allowed to compete with good, evil has an emotional populist appeal that wins out unless good men and women stand as a vanguard against abuse.

Politically, the weakness of the argument has always been that those who choose the lesser evil forget very quickly that they chose evil.

This is the precept by which I have lived: Prepare for the worst; expect the best; and take what comes.

The greatest enemy of authority, therefore, is contempt, and the surest way to undermine it is laughter.

One of the greatest advantages of the totalitarian elites of the twenties and thirties was to turn any statement of fact into a question of motive.

There is a strange interdependence between thoughtlessness and evil.

Forgiveness is the key to action and freedom.

There are no dangerous thoughts; thinking itself is dangerous.

Only the hypocrite is really rotten to the core.

The love of money is the root of all evil, therefore selfishness must be the seed.

I am the King of Rome and above grammar.

I spent a college semester in a small town in Italy - and that is where I truly tasted food for the first time.

The only way for a rich man to be healthy is by exercise and abstinence, to live as if he were poor.

I don't believe anyone is ugly.

The money is in television. Books are not the dominant medium of our time, so fewer people will create them. In a sad way, books have become a form of "comfort food" we expect to lull us to sleep.

I wanted to be Anthony Hopkins and ended up being neither a film star nor having a career on the stage.

A man were better relate himself to a statue or picture than to suffer his thoughts to pass in smother.

You had to make everything much more truthful for the camera. With the stage it's a given that it's going to be theatrical.

With a cheery delicacy she divided my obsessions into three categories: acceptable, unacceptable, and hilarious.