A nation or civilization that continues to produce soft-minded men purchases its own spiritual death on the installment plan.

I'd found out that if you pushed people away hard enough, they tended to go.

Morgan Matson

In tennis, it is not the opponent you fear, it is the failure itself, knowing how near you were but just out of reach.

Andy Murray

Go away...I'm alright.

H. G. [Herbert George] Wells

I hate to say this, but I'll repeat it: After death, all we know that you do is stink.

Jack Kevorkian

It's funny. People often compare me to other humor essayists. They're usually quite nice comparisons I will accept those gladly. But I am always sort of appalled at the idea of being lumped with other, more chick-y female writers. And the truth is probably that neither comparison is accurate.

Sloane Crosley

That's all about the natural order of things, the idea of nature protecting children but also children protecting nature.

Hugh Jackman

Democracy, which is a charming form of government, full of variety and disorder, and dispensing a sort of equality to equals and unequals alike

Plato

I've had people ask me in interviews what it's like to have money, but that's not how it is. I have a middle-class life. I have a room in London but not a house, nor a BMW.

Beth Ditto

...that in this town prostitutes may give sewing lessons to ladies of the church, pirates my be consulted for their opinions on seaworth by shipbuilders, Christians and Jews may stroll together on a Sunday, and Indians my play dice games with leatherstockings, but let one silver piece fall in a crack between two members of the same profession and it's bloody war.

Robert R. McCammon

As with the Christian religion, the worst advertisement for Socialism is its adherents.

George Orwell

Death used to announce itself in the thick of life but now people drag on so long it sometimes seems that we are reaching the stage when we may have to announce ourselves to death. It is as though one needs a special strength to die, and not a final weakness.

Ronald Blythe

Nothing is very strong: strong enough to steal away a man's best years not in sweet sins but in a dreary flickering of the mind over it knows not what and knows not why, in the gratification of curiosities so feeble that the man is only half aware of them, in drumming of fingers and kicking of heels, in whistling tunes that he does not like, or in the long, dim labyrinth of reveries that have not even lust or ambition to give them a relish, but which, once chance association has started them, the creature is took weak and fuddled to shake off.

C.S. Lewis