Far too often the choices reality proposes are such as to take away one's taste for choosing.

We find it easy to believe that praise is sincere: why should anyone lie in telling us the truth?

Kill one man, and you are a murderer. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill them all, and you are a god.

Literature: proclaiming in front of everyone what one is careful to conceal from one's immediate circle

I still understand a few words in life, but I no longer think they make a sentence.

There are things that don't deserve to be said briefly.

Take heed of critics even when they are not fair; resist them even when they are.