Our words must seem to be inevitable.

There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven't yet met.

There is another world, but it is in this one.

Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.

The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.

Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame!

But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.

Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.

What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.

One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

The goal of libertarianism is not to permit people to be free, but to make them realize that they don't need anyone's permission to be free.

If you choose to be fearless, then be fearlessly authentic not an imitation of someone you envy.

There are people who have too much space between their ears, and given the time, do nothing but free fall forever inside their head. It's a spooky thing to be left alone inside an angry inner-verse.

Pride is bad, stress is good. I don't want to feel confident. I want to feel rage. Endless, all consuming rage.

It was not long before English Law took the one step needed to produce the modern scheme of legal remedies. And when it did, it used the Writ of Trespass as the starting point.

Historians of literature like to regard a century as a series of ten faces, each grimacing in a different way.

I have an acquired taste for language, yet it is seldom an actual focus of mine.

Then marriage may be said to be past in all quietnesse, when the wife is blind, and the husband deafe.

All last year we tried to teach him (Fernando Valenzuela) English, and the only word he learned was million.

I see a schoolboy when I think of him, With face and nose pressed to a sweet-shop window.