The power of the sky can be made to do men's bidding. There are no limits to its secrets and its might, and it can be made to grant us anything if we but choose to ask.

My happiness is not the means to any end. It is the end. It is its own goal. It is its own purpose.

There is fear hanging in the air of the sleeping halls, and the air of the streets. Fear walks through the city, fear without name, without shape. All men feel it and none dare speak.

For the coming of that day shall I fight, I and my sons and my chosen friends. For the freedom of Man. For his rights. For his life. For his honor.

I understood that centuries of chains and lashes will not kill the spirit of man nor the sense of truth within him.

Their eyes were dark and hard and glowing, with no fear in them, no kindness and no guilt.

To be free, a man must be free from his brothers. That is freedom. That and nothing else.

We alone, of the thousands who walk this earth, we alone in this hour are doing a work which has no purpose save that we wish to do it.

For this wire is as a part of our body, as a vein torn from us, glowing with our blood. Are we proud of this thread of metal, or of our hands which made it, or is there a line to divide these two?

We have lied to ourselves. We have not built this box for the good of our brothers. We built it for its own sake. It is above all our brothers to us, and its truth above their truth.

This box is useless, " said Alliance 6-7349.Should it be what they claim of it, " said Harmony 9-2642, "then it would bring ruin to the Department of Candles.

Nonviolence aims at doing no harm to living being. Compassion aims at doing good to all being.

You feel pretty, manly to me, " I breathed out, all jelly-legged with half-mast eyes."And you feel like a woman worthy of a fight, Ms.Greene.

Let me go!” I snarl at him, trying to wrest my arm from his grasp. “I can’t, ” he says.

I like seeing what the comedian thinks is funny, not just what they think I'll think is funny.

In a moment comes either death or joyful victory. [Lat., Horae Momento cita mors venit aut victoria laeta.]

The American military will never lose the war in Iraqif lost, it will be lost by a lack of political will.

Oh, I have to say Romana; she was much more fun to do but I did enjoy the Princess when she was turning bad.

My body is so important to me... my face, my arms, my legs, my hands, my eyes, everything. I use everything I have.

The successful men of today are men of one overmastering idea, one unwavering aim, men of single and intense purpose.

Every time we tell a lie, the thing we fear grows stronger.