Suffering is one very long moment. We cannot divide it by seasons. WE can only record its moods and chronicle their return.

Throughconflict we get to unity.

We have, I fear, confused power with greatness.

The king goes as far as he may, not as far as he could.

Wherethe tongue slips, it speaks the truth.

None but the productive can be strong; and none but the strong can be free.

The art of showmanship is to give the public what is wants just before it knows what it wants.

We have no more right to consume happiness without producing it than to consume wealth without producing it

Thepeople to fear are not those who disagree with you, but those who disagreewith you and are too cowardly to let you know.

I’mwillin’ for any solution — religious, political. I’m not going to keepofferin’ to negotiate so much because they turn us down each time. Itindicates a weakness on our part.

Humour is emotional chaos remembered in tranquility.

Knowingthat everything's futile but still fighting, still raging against the dying ofthe light that's what motivates me all the time ... If you hold that sense offutility in your head for too long, it can begin to eat into you. You canstill be aware of it