“One murder made a villain, Millions a hero. Princes were privileged To kill, and numbers sanctified the crime.”

War its thousands slays, Peace its ten thousands.

But chiefly Thou, Whom soft-eyed Pity once led down from Heaven To bleed for man, to teach him how to live, And, oh! still harder lesson! how to die.

The joy resulting from the diffusion of blessings to all around us is the purest and sublimest that can ever enter the human mind, and can be conceived only by those who have experienced it.

Bad thoughts quickly ripen into bad actions.

Next to the consolations of divine grace, it is the most sovereign balm to the miseries of life, both in him who is the object of it, and in him who exercises it.

Through the sequester’d vale of rural life The venerable patriarch guileless held The tenor of his way.

Love is something so divine, Description would but make it less; ‘Tis what I feel, but can’t define, ‘Tis what I know but can’t express

One murder makes a villian, millions a hero

It seems to me that there must be an ecological limit to the number of paper pushers the Earth can sustain.

We can learn from IBM’s successful history that you don’t have to have the best product to become number one.

In absolute terms, we may have to look at restricting the number of flights people take.

I like ’50s and ’60s American art. I have 85 or 90 Warhols.

A mathematician’s reputation rests on the number of bad proofs he has given.

Hep is a very dangerous disease that can cause a number of permanent conditions, including death, which is extremely permanent.

The injustice of a government is proportional to the number of its laws.

I’ve been to acting school and I think that at the end of the day, when you just focus on the work and you’re comfortable with who you are, that at some point someone’s going to recognize your talent and give you an opportunity.