We have the same problem as everyone else: It's very hard to predict the future.
There is one safeguard known generally to the wise, which is an advantage and security to all, but especially to democracies as against despots - suspicion.
Small opportunities are often the beginning of great enterprises.
Since we are not yet fully comfortable with the idea that people from the next village are as human as ourselves, it is presumptuous in the extreme to suppose we could ever look at sociable, tool-making creatures who are from other evolutionary paths and see not beasts, but brothers, not rivals, but fellow pilgrims journeying to the shrine of intelligence. . . The difference. . . is not in the creature judged, but in the creature judging.
There are all kinds of devices invented for the protection and preservation of countries: defensive barriers, forts, trenches, and the like. . . But prudent minds have as a natural gift one safeguard which is the common possession of all, and this applies especially to the dealings of democracies. What is this safeguard? Skepticism. This you must preserve. This you must retain. If you can keep this, you need fear no harm.
All speech is vain and empty unless it be accompanied by action.
A man is his own easiest dupe, for what he wishes to be true he generally believes to be true.
It is difficult to say why I decided I wanted to be an artist. Obviously, I had some facility, more than other people, but sometimes facility comes because one is more interested in looking at things, examining them, more interested in the visual world than other people are.
I used to do jacket design, and I'm very conscious of covers, and probably meddle more than other authors would.
There is a legacy of violence against native women that has gotten worse and worse over time.
The bluejacket girlie rode like a clan warrior, but there was no way she'd escape. It was a private life-and-death contest that had nothing to do with him. He told himself he should ride on, grateful that the chase would keep them occupied while he took a different path. But what had he told Rebecca when she'd asked what he meant to do when he returned to the Fells? 'I'm tired of people in power picking on the weak. I'm going to help them.