“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

Captain Fantastic’ was the first album in history to enter the (American) album chart at number one. We did it for a second time after that. Now that’s not a boast, that’s frightening.

Another myth we fed to the public through the media was that legalizing abortion would only mean that the abortions taking place i1legally would then be done legally.

The culture in which we live stresses looking out for number one. Without adopting such a self-centered value system, we can demand the best of ourselves while we are extending our hands to help others.

The only reason that we like complex numbers is that we don’t like real numbers.

Feeding the starving poor only increases their number.

Fruit of all the kinds that the country produced were laid before him; he ate very little, but from time to time a liquor prepared from cocoa, and of an aphrodisiac nature.

Nature is not the number-one mystery, I’ve learned. It’s the heart that takes top honors.

A work of art rests its merits in traditional qualities. It may constitute a remarkable feat in craftsmanship; it may be a searching study of psychological states; it may be a nostalgic glance backward.