Unquestionably it is possible to do without happiness it is done involuntarily by nineteen-twentieths of mankind.

If all mankind minus one were of one opinion, mankind would be no more justified in silencing that one person than he, if he had the power, would be justified in silencing mankind.

Although it is not true that all conservatives are stupid people, it is true that most stupid people are conservative.

War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things. The decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse.

A person may cause evil to others not only by his actions but by his inaction, and in either case he is justly accountable to them for the injury.

To tax the larger incomes at a higher percentage than the smaller, is to lay a tax on industry and economy; to impose a penalty on people for having worked harder and saved more than their neighbors.

One person with a belief is equal to ninety-nine who have only interests.

The only freedom which deserves the name is that of pursuing our own good, in our own way, so long as we do not attempt to deprive others of theirs, or impede their efforts to obtain it.

Originality is the one thing which unoriginal minds cannot feel the use of.

I have learned to seek my happiness by limiting my desires, rather than in attempting to satisfy them.

Liberty lies in the rights of that person whose views you find most odious.

God is the greatest Teacher of all times.

When we are sad—at least I am like this—it can be comforting to cling to familiar objects, to the things that don't change.

Leave it to her to want to pet a monster.

Every teenager in the world feels like that, feels broken or out of place, different somehow, royalty mistakenly born into a family of peasants. The difference in your case is that it's true.

Intestine war no more our passions wage, And giddy factions bear away their rage.

Each of us deserves the freedom to pursue our own version of happiness. No one deserves to be bullied.

No man can have a 'yellow streak' and last. He must pay much attention to his nerves or temperament. He must hide every flaw.

He who writes much will not easily escape a manner, such a recurrence of particular modes as may be easily noted.

Dark circles are my charisma though.

I don't believe that grief passes away. It has its time and place forever. More time is added to it; it becomes a story within a story. But grief and griever alike endure.