I will have an administrative system where there is no way to extricate red tape.

Four innate sentiments dispose people to a universal moral sense. These are sympathy, fairness, self-control and duty.

One unrepaired broken window is a signal that no one cares, and so breaking more windows costs nothing.

Public order is a fragile thing, and if you don't fix the first broken window, soon all the windows will be broken.

I believe that the high rates of property crime (and some of the increase in violent crime) are part of the price you pay for freedom.

In terms of other functions, we are making a mistake about insisting on a public school monopoly.

A government without the power of defense! It is a solecism.

But no one has yet succeeded in reducing the size or scope of the federal government

Crime is the price society pays for abandoning character.

What most needs explanation is not why some people are criminals, but why most people are not.

There are no more liberals Theyve all been mugged.

Don't let someone else's opinion of you become your reality. No matter what you going through don't give up.

Chase leaned on the table, staring Sammy straight in the eye. "If you ever, ever try to harm my mate again, in any way, no matter how indirectly, I will find you.

The more people I am able to help, the more people are willing to help others. The more followers we have, the closer we are to a perfect world.

Il n'est pas certain que tout soit incertain.(Translation: It is not certain that everything is uncertain.)

Compromise is said to be the way of the world and yet I find myself feeling sick trying to accept what it has done to me.

I think today the church faces a very real challenge in not repeating the errors of the past, in sort of a stand off, a fear of science.

An immense body, encircling my delirium, a body made of wind and sunlight, crouching and stretching, encompassed the existence of the slightest human echo.

When I was 13 I had a fake Id that said that I was 19. I was getting in all the clubs.

Here I am, safely returned over those peaks from a journey far more beautiful and strange than anything I had hoped for or imagined - how is it that this safe return brings such regret?

I don't really say too much to my parents. If they ask me to do something I just do it and get it out of the way.