I dream for a living.
The influence of a beautiful, helpful, hopeful character is contagious and may revolutionize a whole town.
I suddenly discovered the delight of rebellion.
Man lowers his head and lunges into civilization, forgetting the days of his infancy when he sought truth in a snowflake or a stick. Man forgets the wisdom of the child.
The fault, dear Brutus, lies not in our stars, but in ourselves if we are underlings.
Kind words are short and easy to speak, but their echoes are truly endless.
Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.
I refuse to be labeled immoral merely because I am godless.