“You cannot spill a drop of American blood without spilling the blood of the whole world…. We are not a nation, so much as a world.”

What plays the mischief with the truth is that men will insist upon the universal application of a temporary feeling or opinion.

Silence is the only Voice of our God.

Beneath those stars is a universe of gliding monsters.

We cannot live for ourselves alone.

Genius, all over the world, stands hand in hand, and one shock of recognition runs the whole circle round.

Friendship at first sight, like love at first sight, is said to be the only truth.

I cherish the greatest respect towards everybody’s religious obligations, no matter how comical.

There’s magic in the water that draws all men away form the land, that leads them over hills, down creeks and streams and rivers to the sea.

Real strength never impairs beauty or harmony, but it often bestows it, and in everything imposingly beautiful, strength has much to do with the magic.

A thing may be incredible and still be true; sometimes it is incredible because it is true.

The sweetest joys of life grow in the very jaws of its perils.

It is hard to be finite upon an infinite subject, and all subjects are infinite.

When the passage “All men are born free and equal,” when that passage was being written were not some of the signers legalised owners of slaves?

When among wild beasts, if they menace you, be a wild beast.

Only the man who says no is free

They talk of the dignity of work. The dignity is in leisure.

The more you mow us down, the more numerous we grow; the blood of Christians is seed.

I have begun to listen to the teachings my blood whispers to me.

I don’t mind if my life goes in the service of the nation. If I die, every drop of my blood will invigorate the nation.

Sometimes it is easier to feel the veins wilted and empty than to sense the coldness of blood in fear.

Human beings are made up of flesh and blood, and a miracle fiber called courage.

A pint of sweat will save a gallon of blood.

Nothing on this earth is worth buying at the price of human blood.

I can feel her resurrecting. The one he thought he had killed. Strength realised in her resting. It was worth all the blood spilled.