. . . the Climate Research Unit of the University of East Anglia apparently cherry-picked Russian climate data.
This republic was not established by cowards; and cowards will not preserve it.
This nation will remain the land of the free only so long as it is the home of the brave.
The first and great commandment is: Don't let them scare you.
We have got to defeat this attack on the freedom of the mind. . . But it takes courage for a young man with a family to stand up to it; all the more obligation on those of us who have nothing left to lose. At any age it is better to be a dead lion than a living dog - though better still, of course, to be a living and victorious lion - but it is easier to run the risk of being killed (or fired) in action if before long you are going to be dead anyway. This freedom seems to me the chief consolation of old age.
The only identification that would be inscribed on any cat's collar would be "This is the cat's cat. "
This nation was conceived in liberty and dedicated to the principle - among others - that honest men may honestly disagree; that if they all say what they think, a majority of the people will be able to distinguish truth from error.
If the world does improve on the whole, yet youth must always begin anew, and go through the stages of culture from the beginning.
Practicing the Golden Rule is not a sacrifice, it's an investment.
We are in love with the word. We are proud of it. The word precedes the formation of the state. The word comes to us from every avatar of early human existence. As writers, we are obliged more than others to keep our lives attached to the primitive power of the word. From India, out of the Vedas, we still hear: On the spoken word, all the gods depend, all beasts and men; in the world live all creatures. . . The word is the name of the divine world.
I have no story. My story goes from day to day.