Windmill or no windmill, he said, life would go on as it had always gone on--that is, badly.

Four legs good, two legs bad.

Man serves the interests of no creature except himself.

This work was strictly voluntary, but any animal who absented himself from it would have his rations reduced by half.

Is it not crystal clear, then, comrades, that all the evils of this life of ours spring from the tyranny of human beings?

And remember also that in fighting against man we must not come to resemble him. Even when you have conquered him, do not adopt his vices.

Now, comrades, what is the nature of this life of ours? Let us face it: our lives are miserable, laborious, and short.

That which we cannot speak of is the one thing about whom and to whom we must never stop speaking.

I am thinking by what long discipline and at what cost a man learns to speak simply at last.

Don't look like that, Draco, you look like you did right before you pounced on the cat when you were two.

Cecy, I do think it is unfair. People in novels are fainting all the time, and I never can, no matter how badly I need to.

I'd like to see a world free of strife, stress, pain, hunger, war - a cool place where everyone could live.

Obviously, I'm not a trained actress, and right now I'll come out and say I'm glad I'm not.

We live a life that is often spent in crowds - parties, festivals and first nights - so it's nice to avoid them.

Swag mastah from Doncastah!

You are the master of your life, and the Universe is answering your every command.

We have peace with God as soon as we believe, but not always with ourselves. The pardon may be past the prince's hand and seal, and yet not put into the prisoner's hand.