“One man must not kill. If he does, it is murder….”

It is just, necessary, commendable, and right.

But now, instead of discussion and argument

How many does it take to metamorphose wickedness into righteousness?

Only get people enough to agree to it, and the butchery of myriads of human beings is perfectly innocent. But how many does it take?

Might makes right,’ and hoary folly totters on in her mad career escorted by armies and navies.

But a state or nation may kill as many as they please, and it is not murder.

Brute force rises up to the rescue of discomfited error, and crushes truth and right into the dust.

The men are much alarmed by certain speculations about women; and well they may be

At least half of your mind is always thinking, I’ll be leaving; this won’t last. It’s a good Buddhist attitude. If I were a Buddhist, this would be a great help. As it is, I’m just sad.

Of all wild beasts on earth or in sea, the greatest is a woman.

Everything depends on liking the people and trusting the people. You have to assume that whatever they do will be as good as you want the thing to be and just go ahead with that.

Have we not all, amid life’s petty strife, / Some pure idea of a noble life / That once seemed possible?

One of the most painful aspects of suffering is the loneliness of it. Others may offer support or empathy, but no one can walk the road to Moriah in our place.

Do you remember when they taught cursive in schools? I think they don’t anymore. But I still enjoy it – just the physical act and all the – the whole business of making a thing out of language.

Forge thy tongue on an anvil of truth and what flies up, though it be but a spark, will have light.