No man can use his brain to think for another.

Then no rightful cause was left, and the pain of anger was turning into the shameful pain of submission. He had no right to condemn anyone - he thought - to denounce anything, to fight and die joyously, claiming the sanctity of virtue. The broken promises, the unconfessed desires, the betrayal, the deceit, the lies, the fraud - he was guilty of them all. What form of corruption could he scorn? Degrees do not matter, he thought; one does not bargain about inches of evil.

He had a big head and a face so ugly it became almost fascinating.

To be the kind of writer you want to be, you must first be the kind of thinker you want to be.

every man is free to rise as far as he's able or willing, but the degree to which he thinks determines the degree to which he'll rise.

You are damned, and we wish to share your damnation.

You must be the kind of man who can get things done. But to get things done, you must love the doing, not the secondary consequences.