A man is likely to mind his own business when it is worth minding.

We can remember minutely and precisely only the things which never really happened to us.

Free men are aware of the imperfection inherent in human affairs, and they are willing to fight and die for that which is not perfect.

It is our talents rusting unused within us that secrete the poison of self-doubt into our bloodstream.

Craving, not having, is the mother of a reckless giving of oneself.

We can be satisfied with moderate confidence in ourselves and with a moderately good opinion of ourselves, but the faith we have in a holy cause has to be extravagant and uncompromising.

It takes a vice to check a vice, and virtue is the by-product of a stalemate between opposite vices.