How stupid is he who would patch the hatred in his eyes with the smile of his lips.

He who can put his finger upon that which divides good from evil is he who can touch the very hem of the garment of God.

A thousand years ago my neighbor said to me, “I hate life, for is it naught but a thing of pain.” And yesterday I passed by a cemetery and saw life dancing upon his grave.

Government is an agreement between you and myself. You and myself are often wrong.

I would be the least among men with dreams and the desire to fulfill them, rather than the greatest with no dreams and no desires.