Politics is organized hatred, that is unity.

People get so in the habit of worry that if you save them from drowning and put them on a bank to dry in the sun with hot chocolate and muffins they wonder whether they are catching cold.

All progress is experimental.

The reason for the slow progress of the world seems to lie in a single fact. Every man is born under the yoke, and grows up beneath the oppressions of his age.

Learning is not easy, but hard; culture is severe. The steps to Parnassus are steep and terribly arduous.

Attack another's rights and you destroy your own.

Nothing is more injurious to the character and to the intellect than the suppression of a generous emotion.

Too much agreement kills the chat.

Our goodness comes solely from thinking on goodness; our wickedness from thinking on wickedness. We too are the victims of our own contemplation.

Benevolence alone will not make a teacher, nor will learning alone do it. The gift of teaching is a peculiar talent, and implies a need and a craving in the teacher himself.

Good government is the outcome of private virtue.

Every one rushes elsewhere and into the future, because no one wants to face one's own inner self.

Today, I'm very careful not to mention very specific locations when I write or give captions.

Why, except as a means of livelihood, a man should desire to act on the stage when he has the whole world to act in, is not clear to me.

We got dragged through a system and got burned by crooked lawyers, and the list goes on and on.

The body should not just be something you see. It's also the inside of it. It's frightening and abstract and much more than pretty or not pretty. The shape of it is boring.

Every penny I've ever saved has been spent on airline tickets to different corners of the world.

Don't put all your eggs in one basket.

I like feeling like an ox at the end of the day. I like working hard.

I didn't lose my virginity until I was twenty-six. Nineteen vaginally, but twenty-six what my boyfriend calls "the real way".

Truth like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold screenwriter of Dead Poets' Society.