Why is it that right-wing bastards always stand shoulder to shoulder in solidarity, while liberals fall out among themselves?

Give me a mystery - just a plain and simple one - a mystery which is diffidence and silence, a slim little bare-foot mystery: give me a mystery - just one!

One day posterity will remember these strange times, when ordinary common honesty was called courage.

Envy is an insult to oneself.

When there is freedom of speech, I've found that the majority of people really have nothing to say.

Poetry is like a bird, it ignores all frontiers.

Unfortunately justice is the train that's nearly always late.