“Be good, be kind, be humane, and charitable; love your fellows; console the afflicted; pardon those who have done you wrong.”

Truth doesn’t always heal a wounded soul.

A good man can be stupid and still be good. But a bad man must have brains.

Let us not search for the guilty ones only among others, let us speak the bitter truth: we are all guilty each and every one of us.

In the carriages of the past, you can’t go anywhere.

Lies are the religion of slaves and masters. Truth is the god of the free man.

Everywhere, within man and without, there is devastation, instability, chaos, and evidence of some prolonged rout.

Processing the human raw material is naturally more complicated than processing lumber.

In war it is necessary to kill as many people as possible — such is the cynical logic of war. Brutality in a fight is unavoidable; have you seen how cruelly children fight in the streets?

In the maxim of the past you cannot go anywhere.

Only mothers can think of the future – because they give birth to it in their children.

One has to be able to count if only so that at fifty one doesn’t marry a girl of twenty.

Even a bad man is better than a good book.

There is no one on earth more disgusting and repulsive than he who gives alms. Even as there is no one so miserable as he who accepts them.

The good qualities in our soul are most successfully and forcefully awakened by the power of art. Just as science is the intellect of the world, art is its soul.

You will not drown the truth in seas of blood.

Keep reading books, but remember that a book’s only a book, and you should learn to think for yourself.

Never apologize for what you feel. It’s like being sorry for being real.

I have never met anybody who was sorry that they asked Jesus into their heart.

An escalator can never break: it can only become stairs. You should never see an Escalator Temporarily Out Of Order sign, just Escalator Temporarily Stairs. Sorry for the convenience.

I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself

A man is sorry to be honest for nothing.

I’m sorry that I don’t know how to love.

Dear Child of God, I am sorry to say that suffering is not optional.

You betrayed me and I know that you’ll never feel sorry for the way I hurt, you’d talk to her when we were together. Loved you at your worst but that didn’t matter.