As a result of my philosophy, I wasn't even upset about Hitler. I was willing to go to war to knock him off, but I didn't hate him. I hated what he was doing.
We've committed many war crimes in Vietnam - but I'll tell you something interesting about that. We were committing war crimes in World War II, before the Nuremberg trials were held and the principle of war crimes was stated.
The Security Council represents the situation from 1945 - you had the Allies who won the war who occupied that. The defeated guys - the Germans and Japan - were out. The occupied countries had no voice. That was fine in '45, but today, Germany rules ...
Principles are a dangerous form of social dynamite.
The journey is my home.
Hope arouses, as nothing else can arouse, a passion for the possible.
Life is such a tragicomedy.
You can win, it'll just cost you some money.
The day I am not able to fly will be a sad day for me.
Success in war underpins the claims to greatness of many presidents.
I've always considered music stores to be the graveyards of musicians.
[Col. Shaw approaches Rawlins after having Trip horse-whipped for deserting] Colonel Robert G. Shaw: Mr. Rawlins... this morning, I... it would be a great help to me if I could talk to you from time to time about the men. That's all. [turns to leave]...
Robert Hitchins: You don't understand. If we go back, they'll swamp the boat, they'll pull us right down, I'm tellin' you! Molly Brown: Knock it off. You're scaring me. C'mon girls! Grab an oar, let's go! Robert Hitchins: Are you out of your mind? We...
It's amazing to see places like Madison Square Garden on the schedule again.
I'm famous. That's my job.
Strength lies in differences, not in similarities.
Gifted women musicians and composers rarely received their due.
The best you can hope for in a relationship is to find someone whose flaws are the sort you don’t mind. It is futile to look for someone who has no flaws, or someone who is capable of significant change; that sort of person exists only in our imagi...
All things therefore are charged with love, are charged with God and if we knew how to touch them give off sparks and take fire, yield drops and flow, ring and tell of him.
Why, what is to live? Not to eat and drink and breathe,—but to feel the life in you down all the fibres of being, passionately and joyfully.
I am one who could have forgotten the plague, listening to Boccaccio's stories; and I am not ashamed of it.
