When the oak is felled the whole forest echoes with it fall but a hundred acorns are sown in silence by an unnoticed breeze.

The person who has nothing for which he is willing to fight nothing which is more important than his own personal safety is a miserable creature and has no chance of being free unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself.

I'm interested in that drive, that rush to judgment that is so prevalent in our society. We all know that pleasurable rush that comes from condemning, and in the short term it's quite a satisfying thing to do, isn't it?

This world is run with far too tight a rein for luck to interfere. Fortune sells her wares, she never gives them. In some form or other we pay for her favors, or we go empty away.

You know the passage where Scarlett voices her happiness that her mother is dead so that she can't see what a bad girl Scarlett has become? Well that's me.