The angrier you were, the less likely you were to think clearly.

Sorrow has its life just like people. Sorrow is born and lives and dies. And when it's dead and gone, someone's left behind to remember it. Exactly like people.

There's always something when you're at fault, too, and that fault you must discover and learn to recognize and take the consequences of it.

Never let me hear you say it's someone else's fault. It often is, but you must never shirk your own responsibility ... You can't change others, but you can do something about a fault in yourself.

You could not bribe honest people, but bad people would accept bribery.

And his eyes frighten me, too. They're the eyes of an old man, an old man who's seen so much in life that he no longer cares to go on living. They're not even desperate... just quiet and expectant, and very, very lonely, as if he were quite alone of his own free choice.

And it was most important to do what one knew was right, for otherwise the day might come when one could no longer tell the difference between right and wrong.