The art of plucking the goose without making it cry out has been developed to a high state of perfection at the hands of the war makers.

War demands sacrifice of the people. It gives only suffering in return.

These are the rules of big business...Get a monopoly; let society work for you; and remember that the best of all business is politics.

People do not want war. War springs from causes wholly outside the lives, interests, and feelings of the people.

If this is freedom, do I want it?

This poem was meant to be unwritten. But I am writing it now and have thereby changed destiny.

...[I]f I don't get going soon, the whole impetus may die---and if that happens, well, I really shall consider a long, restful plunge into insanity. Sometimes the abyss yawns very attractively.

My feeling as a Christian points me to my Lord and Savior... I am fighting for the work of the Lord.

By the ruler's cultivation of his own character there is set up the example of the course which all should pursue.

If only Paris and the Harpies had gotten along. But Promiscuity had taken one look at the beautiful women and deemed them “too much effort.

It sounds deeply shallow, but for brief spells every member of the public can be fascinating.

Compassion is a piece of vocabulary that could change us if we truly let it sink into the standards to which we hold ourselves and others.

I was not raised with wealth or resources or any social standing to speak of.

My sense is that you can never teach anybody anything, or change anybody in ways that they don't already have in mind.