Hereditary bondsmen! Know ye not Who would be free themselves must strike the blow?

What region of the earth is not full of our calamities?

England is a paradise for women, and hell for horses: Italy is a paradise for horses, hell for women.

In love, I hope--sweet fellowship in shame! One drunkard loves another of the name.

It is the difference of opinion that makes horse races.

If you can learn from hard knocks, you can also learn from soft touches.

Romance is the glamour which turns the dust of everyday life into a golden haze.

We are in the process of creating what deserves to be called the idiot culture. Not an idiot sub-culture, which every society has bubbling beneath the surface and which can provide harmless fun; but the culture itself. For the first time, the weird and the stupid and the coarse are becoming our cultural norm, even our cultural ideal.

Men are more important than tools. If you don't believe so, put a good tool into the hands of a poor workman.

The same reason that makes us chide and brawl and fall out with any of our neighbors, causeth a war to follow between Princes.

Whenever my condition was improved, instead of its increasing my contentment, it only increased my desire to be free, and set me to thinking of plans to gain my freedom.

I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones.

Never be afraid to trust an unknown future to a known God.

Let the motive be in the deed and not in the event. Be not one whose motive for action is the hope of reward.

O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention! -King Henry V. Prologue.

Ha! see where the wild-blazing Grog-Shop appears, As the red waves of wretchedness swell, How it burns on the edge of tempestuous years The horrible Light-House of Hell!

Houses are built to live in, not to look on; therefore, let use be preferred before uniformity, except where both may be had.

Not everybody trusts paintings but people believe photographs.

The more laws, the less justice.

Commemoration of Gladys Aylward, Missionary in China, 1970 [Leaders of the anarchist movement in Amsterdam] call their public demonstrations "Happenings". These paintings, these poems, and these demonstrations... are the expression of men who are struggling with their appalling lostness. Dare we laugh at such things? Dare we feel superior when we view their tortured expressions in their art? Christians should stop laughing and take such men seriously. Then we shall have the right to speak again to our generation. These men are dying while they live, yet where is our compassion for them? There is nothing more ugly than an orthodoxy without understanding or without compassion.