One man alone can't defeat the forces of evil, but many good people coming together can.
Fresh air is good if you do not take too much of it; most of the achievements and pleasures of life are in bad air.
To reach a port we must sail, sometimes with the wind, and sometimes against it. But we must not drift or lie at anchor.
Learn the sweet magic of a cheerful face.
Many people die with their music still in them. Why is this so? Too often it is because they are always getting ready to live. Before they know it, time runs out.
Beware how you take away hope from another human being.
We are all tattooed in our cradles with the beliefs of our tribe; the record may seem superficial, but it is indelible. You cannot educate a man wholly out of the superstitious fears which were implanted in his imagination, no matter how utterly his reason may reject them.
It's very likely that graduates, current employees and retirees have some wonderful pieces of Deer Park history in their closets or garages.
Always and everywhere, the only serious political issue is what the state should and should not do. All the rest distracts.
No one has ever had a fantasy about being tied to a bed and sexually ravished by someone dressed as a liberal
Herman Melville is not comforting. Emily Dickinson isn’t either. Maybe their work is too hungry for comfort, or just too vivid for comfort. But Henry James is – profoundly so. Because he is tender. The tenderness is there in the structure of the sentence. He knows the way the poor and the dead are forgotten by the living, and he cannot allow that to happen. So he keeps on writing for them, for the dead, as if they were children to be sheltered and loved, never abandoned.