Love blinds us to faults, but hatred blinds us to virtues.

Love blinds us to faults, but hatred blinds us to virtues.

Violence in the voice is often only the death rattle of reason in the throat.

Violence in the voice is often only the death rattle of reason in the throat.

Worry does not empty tomorrow of its sorrow; it empties today of its strength.

Worry does not empty tomorrow of its sorrow; it empties today of its strength.

People get so in the habit of worry that if you save them from drowning and put them on a read more

People get so in the habit of worry that if you save them from drowning and put them on a bank to dry in the sun with hot chocolate and muffins they wonder whether they are catching cold.

Fear of error which everything recalls to me at every moment of the flight of my ideas, this mania for read more

Fear of error which everything recalls to me at every moment of the flight of my ideas, this mania for control, makes men prefer reason's imagination to the imagination of the senses. And yet it is always the imagination alone which is at work.

In really hard times the rules of the game are altered. The inchoate mass begins to stir. It becomes potent, read more

In really hard times the rules of the game are altered. The inchoate mass begins to stir. It becomes potent, and when it strikes, it strikes with incredible emphasis. Those are the rare occasions when a national will emerges from the scattered, specialized, or indifferent blocs of voters who ordinarily elect the politicians. Those are for good or evil the great occasions in a nation's history.

I cannot divine how it happens that the man who knows the least is the most argumentative.

I cannot divine how it happens that the man who knows the least is the most argumentative.

Throughout history, it has been the inaction of those who could have acted; the indifference of those who should have read more

Throughout history, it has been the inaction of those who could have acted; the indifference of those who should have known better; the silence of the voice of justice when it mattered most; that has made it possible for evil to triumph.

Is suffering so very serious? I have come to doubt it. It may be quite childish, a sort of undignified read more

Is suffering so very serious? I have come to doubt it. It may be quite childish, a sort of undignified pastime -- I'm referring to the kind of suffering a man inflicts on a woman or a woman on a man. It's extremely painful. I agree that it's hardly bearable. But I very much fear that this sort of pain deserves no consideration at all. It's no more worthy of respect than old age or illness.