The whole experience of being hit by a bullet is very interesting and I think worth describing in detail.

The further a society drifts from truth the more it will hate those who speak it.

The most effective way to destroy people is to deny and obliterate their own understanding of their history.

The people will believe what the media tells them they believe.

The past was erased, the erasure was forgotten, the lie became the truth.

If liberty means anything at all, it means the right to tell people what they do not want to hear.

All tyrannies rule through fraud and force, but once the fraud is exposed they must rely exclusively on force.

Journalism is printing what someone else does not want printed: everything else is public relations.

So much of left-wing thought is a kind of playing with fire by people who don't even know that fire is hot.

It's frightful that people who are so ignorant should have so much influence.

People sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf.

I steal a glance when no one is looking. Especially at his neck, when he turns to say something to my mother. That slender neck, with its air of determination, brisk and bold…

Modest plainness sets off sprightly wit, For works may have more with than does 'em good, As bodies perish through excess of blood.

Perfection is the lowest standard of achievement. Doing is the highest.

We're not attempting to circumcise rules.

Habit is a second nature that destroys the first. But what is nature? Why is habit not natural? I am very much afraid that nature itself is only a first habit, just as habit is a second nature.

You've gotta share what's going on in your mind.

What you can imagine depends on what you know.

In some settings, however, rampant opportunistic behavior severely limits what can be done jointly without major investments in monitoring and sanctioning arrangements.

I have a faithful joy and a joy that is lost. One is like a rose, the other, a thorn. The one that was stolen I have not lost.

One criticizes in others what one recognizes and despises in oneself. For example, an artist who is revolted by another’s ambitiousness.