We are all born cowards.
But how right is it to kill a man for something that is in his soul?
The bars on our cage are of our own making.
Every woman is the architect of her own fortune.
Pity, unlike hate, can be boxed and put away.
But words are water in Amsterdam, they flood your ears and set the rot, and the church's east corner is crowded.
Love is best a phantom than reality, better in the chase than caught.
I realized that it's insane to oppose it. When I argue with reality, I lose-but only 100% of the time. How do I know that the wind should blow? It's blowing!
We haven't failed. We now know a thousand things that won't work, so we are much closer to finding what will.
Never underestimate the power of a city to regenerate.
I don't want to lie. I can't tell the truth. So it's over.