The quality of mercy is not strained
And love became the world's origin and the world's ruler, yet littered its path is with flowers and blood, flowers and blood.
Do not forget, some give little, and it is much for them, others give all, and it costs them no effort; who then has given most?
In old age we are like a batch of letters that someone has sent. We are no longer in the past, we have arrived.
The writer must be able to revel and roll in the abundance of words; he must know not only the direct but also the secret power of a word. There are overtones and undertones to a word, and lateral echoes, too.
Truth is neither ojectivity nor the balanced view; truth is a selfless subjectivity.
No worse fate can befall a young man or woman than becoming prematurely entrenched in prudence and negation.
The present age handed over the workers, each alone and defenseless, to the unbridled greed of competitors. . . so that a very few and exceedingly rich men have laid a yoke of almost slavery on the unnumbered masses of non-owning workers.
I will never ever sell Neverland
It was the smile which runs before a promise.
I have a Congress on my hands.