When you leave off dreaming, the universe ceases to exist.

Never yield to the apparently overwhelming might of the enemy.

My mother made a brilliant impression upon my childhood life. She shone for me like the evening star.

Each one hopes that if he feeds the crocodile enough, the crocodile will eat him last. All of them hope that the storm will pass before their turn comes to be devoured. But I fear - I fear greatly - the storm will not pass. It will rage and it will roar, even more loudly, even more widely.

Our future is in our hands. Our lives are what we choose to make them.

History with its flickering lamp stumbles along the trail of the past, trying to reconstruct its scenes, to revive its echoes, and kindle with pale gleams the passion of former days. What is the worth of all this? The only guide to a man is his conscience; the only shield to his memory is the rectitude and sincerity of his actions. It is very imprudent to walk through life without this shield, because we are so often mocked by the failure of our hopes and the upsetting of our calculations; but with this shield, however the fates may play, we march always in the ranks of honor.

You can always rely on America to do the right thing -- once it has exhausted the alternatives.