How nature loves the incomplete. She knows If she drew a conclusion it would finish her.
Men make war to get attention. All killing is an expression of self-hate.
People who work hard often work too hard. . . . May we learn to honor the hammock, the siesta, the nap and the pause in all its forms.
Activism is my rent for living on the planet.
Nobody is as powerful as we make them out to be.
Any God I ever found in church, I brought in myself.
It has become a common feeling, I believe, as we have watched our heroes falling over the years, that our own small stone of activism, which might not seem to measure up to the rugged boulders of heroism we have so admired, is a paltry offering toward the building of an edifice of hope. Many who believe this choose to withhold their offerings out of shame. This is the tragedy of the world. For we can do nothing substantial toward changing our course on the planet, a destructive one, without rousing ourselves, individual by individual, and bringing our small, imperfect stones to the pile.
No man is hurt but by himself.
I was six foot one inch when I started fighting, but with all the uppercuts I'm up to six foot five inches.
And the dangerous thing about excuses is that if we recite them enough times, we actually come to believe they are true.
The United States is. . . a warning rather than an example to the world.