“After four years at the United Nations I sometimes yearn for the peace and tranquility of a political convention.”

We travel together, passengers on a little spaceship

But a newspaper can always print a retraction.

The free press is the mother of all our liberties and of our progress under liberty.

I believe in the forgiveness of sin and the redemption of ignorance.

Ignorance is stubborn and prejudice is hard.

On the plains of hesitation lie the blackened bones of countless millions who at the dawn of victory lay down to rest, and in resting died.

He who slings mud generally loses ground.

In America any boy may become President, and I suppose it’s just one of the risks he takes.

You know, you really can’t beat a household commodity

Man has wrested from nature the power to make the world a desert or make the deserts bloom.

The best reason I can think of for not running for President of the United States is that you have to shave twice a day.

Then mount the stump and make a speech for conservation.

But I am now seasoned enough to have learned that the hardest thing about any political campaign is how to win without proving that you are unworthy of winning.

And now in the serenity and quiet of this lovely place, touch the depths of truth, feel the hem of Heaven.

Public confidence in the integrity of the Government is indispensable to faith in democracy

Not to destroy but to construct

People should think things out fresh and not just accept conventional terms and the conventional way of doing things.

I usually do one con a year as a GoH and try to make the World Fantasy Convention for business purposes.

The Buddha’s insight into the middle way is not simply about a balance between extremes. This conventional understanding misses the deeper revelation of the middle way as being the very nature of unexcelled enlightenment.

Lose your schematic conventions by finding some surprising symbol or shape in the welter of shades, and draw that.

Fog and hypocrisy – that is to say, shadow, convention, decency – these were the very things that lent to London its poetry and romance.

The world is put back by the death of every one who has to sacrifice the development of his or her peculiar gifts to conventionality.

Poetry is a very complex art, It is an art of pure sound bound in through an art of arbitrary and conventional symbols.

Rap is really just too conventional. Everybody does the same thing. No one ever pushes the box.