Somebody hits me, I'm going to hit him back. Even if it does look like he hasn't eaten in a while.
Old man's gotta be the old man. Fish has got to be the fish. Gotta be who you are in this world, no matter what.
Future generations should feel proud of our accomplishments in space. . . We are destined to explore and colonize the universe.
What do you see when you look at me?
I cherish my own freedom dearly, but I care even more for your freedom. Too many have died since I went to prison. Too many have suffered for the love of freedom. I owe it to their widows, to their orphans, to their mothers and their fathers, who have grieved and wept for them. . . . . Not only have I suffered during these long lonely wasted years. I am no less life-loving than you are. But I cannot sell the birthright of the people to be free. . . . . . . Only free men can negotiate. Prisoners cannot enter into contracts. Your freedom and mine cannot be separated.
No more winter at all. Finch, you brought me spring.
People who are servants-humbly, honestly, and joyfully-keep getting revealed as the biggest winners. People who recognize and embrace their smallness keep getting bigger and bigger in God's eyes. It's the oddest scoring system.
The dead keep their secrets, and in a while we shall be as wise as they - and as taciturn.