“There, where I have passed, the grass will never grow gain.”

Superficial goals lead to superficial results.

Everybody has value; even if to serve as a bad example.

Trample the weak. Hurdle the dead.

Do not underestimate the power of an enemy, no matter how great or small, to rise against you another day.

Chieftains must understand that the spirit of the law is greater than its letter.

It takes less courage to criticize the decisions of others than to stand by your own.

It is unfortunate when final decisions are made by chieftains headquartered miles away from the front, where they can only guess at conditions and potentialities known only to the captain of the battlefield.

If an incompetent chieftain is removed, seldom do we appoint his highest-ranking subordinate to his place

Never arbitrate. Arbitration allows a third party to determine your destiny. It is a resort of the weak.

It’s not that I succeed, it’s that everyone else has to fail, horribly, preferably in front of their parents.

For what fortress, what city, in the wide extent of the Roman empire, can hope to exist, secure and impregnable, if it is our pleasure that it should be erased from the earth?

we are reaching the point, if we have not passed it already, where the largest public housing program in America will be our penitentiary system.

A calendar, you have to calculate how much time has passed between you and the facts, the emotions to be narrated.

Time, as he passes us, has a dove’s wing, Unsoil’d, and swift, and of a silken sound.

Yet nowherein a zoo can a stranger encounter the look of an animal. At the most, the animal’s gaze flickers and passes on. They look sideways. They look blindly beyond.

I couldn’t stand here, hanging on, when the very thing i held disappeared more with each passing day.

The history of the world shows that peoples and societies do not have to pass through a fixed series of stages in the course of development.

I think I’m that guy. I’m still blessed with the opportunity to make music and pass out a message like, ‘Life is good,’ to the world.

There are houses whose souls have passed into the limbo of Time, leaving their bodies in the limbo of London.