There are just some kind of men who're so busy worrying about the next world they've never learned to live in this one.

Real courage is when you know you're licked before you begin, but you begin anyway and see it through no matter what.

Things are always better in the morning.

Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing.

Atticus told me to delete the adjectives and I'd have the facts.

Some negroes lie, some are immoral, some negro men are not be trusted around women - black and white. But this is a truth that applies to the human race and to no particular race of men.

I think there's just one kind of folks. Folks.

Are you proud of yourself tonight that you have insulted a total stranger whose circumstances you know nothing about?

We're paying the highest tribute you can pay a man. We trust him to do right. It's that simple.

It was times like these when I thought my father, who hated guns and had never been to any wars, was the bravest man who ever lived.

It’s never an insult to be called what somebody thinks is a bad name. It just shows you how poor that person is, it doesn’t hurt you.

I would never tell anybody to give up hockey - the great sports we have here - basketball, lacrosse - rugby coming into its own - we've got so many great team sports, and I say hold on to them.

They scored 26 points in three quarters. That's solid defense.

Your employees come first. And if you treat your employees right, guess what? Your customers come back, and that makes your shareholders happy. Start with employees and the rest follows from that.

Anyone who's lived with companion cats or dogs knows that they are unique individuals with their own personalities. I think animals' secret to getting along is that they are not burdened by an ego.

It's easier to get over a lost body than a lost soul.

In winter, you fed the birds; and in summer, do the same thing! In winter, you gave them bread; and in summer, give them water!

Anarchism has a broad back, like paper it endures anything.

We go in withering July To ply the hard incessant hoe; Panting beneath the brazen sky We sweat and grumble, but we go.

He never complicates a desire by overthinking it, unlike Mirabelle, who spins a cocoon around an idea until it is immobile.

There is no justice, no law, and no God in heaven, only a single law which decides and supersedes all-[Jewish] settlement [of the land].