Wherethe tongue slips, it speaks the truth.

Show me a man who cannot bother to do little things andI'll show you a man who cannot be trusted to do big things.

Conscience is the frame of character, love is the covering for it.

Knowingthat everything's futile but still fighting, still raging against the dying ofthe light that's what motivates me all the time ... If you hold that sense offutility in your head for too long, it can begin to eat into you. You canstill be aware of it

We often pardon those who bore us, we cannot pardon those whom we bore.

The warexisting between the senses and reason.

Trust resides squarely between faith and doubt.

It seemed rather incongruous that in a society of super sophisticatedcommunication, we often suffer from a shortage of listeners.

Whetherit's the best of times or the worst of times, it's the only time we've got.

Supicion of one's own motives is especially necessary for the philanthropist and the executive.

Twobirds disputed about a kernel, when a third swooped down and carried it off.

Power is something of which I am convinced there is no innocencethis side of the womb.