A man only has a soul to be won or lost.

The work of the individual still remains the spark that moves mankind forward.

Igor Sikorsky

The majority of men meet with failure because of their lack of persistence in creating new plans to take the place of those which fail.

Napoleon Hill

The oppression of a majority by a minority, and the demoralization inevitably resulting from it, is a phenomenon that has always occupied me and has done so most particularly of late.

Leo Tolstoy

(Just to give you an idea, Proust's reply was 'To be separated from Mama.') I think that the lowest depth of misery ought to be distinguished from the highest pitch of anguish. In the lower depths come enforced idleness, sexual boredom, and/or impotence. At the highest pitch, the death of a friend or even the fear of the death of a child.

Christopher Hitchens

They didn't want it good, they wanted it Wednesday.

Robert A. Heinlein

Vengeance and retribution require a long time; it is the rule.

Charles Dickens

The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain singing to it... you and you alone make me feel that I am alive. Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough.

George Moore

Avarice has ruined more souls than extravagance.

Charles Caleb Colton

He who limps is still walking.

Stanislaw Lec

A man surprised is half beaten.

Thomas Fuller

Facta! Yes, Facta ficta! - A historian has to do, not with what actually happened, but only with events supposed to have happened: for only the latter have produced an effect. Likewise only with supposed heroes. His theme, so-called world history, is opinions about supposed actions and their supposed motives, which in turn give rise to further opinions and actions, the reality of which is however at once vaporised again and produces an effect only as vapour - a continual generation and pregnancy of phantoms over the impentetrable mist of unfathomable reality. All historians speak of things which have never existed except in imagination.

Friedrich Nietzsche

Its very strange, said Mr. Dick that I never can get that quite right; I never can make that perfectly clear.

Charles Dickens