“Remember, man does not live on bread alone: sometimes he needs a little buttering up.”

“One of the realities we're all called to go through is to move from repulsion to compassion and from compassion to wonderment.”

“He knew she was there by the rapture and the terror that seized on his heart. She was standing talking to a lady at the opposite end of the ground. There was apparently nothing striking either in her dress or her attitude. But for Levin she was as easy to find in that crowd as a rose among nettles. Everything was made bright by her. She was the smile that shed light on all round her. "Is it possible I can go over there on the ice, go up to her?" he thought. The place where she stood seemed to him a holy shrine, unapproachable, and there was one moment when he was almost retreating, so overwhelmed was he with terror. He had to make an effort to master himself, and to remind himself that people of all sorts were moving about her, and that he too might come there to skate. He walked down, for a long while avoiding looking at her as at the sun, but seeing her, as one does the sun, without looking.

“Never become proud within yourself when you are seen as the one to cause that great effect. Never become timid if you know you can while others dare to prove otherwise! Mind your business and make the strike.”

“No group of American citizens should be singled out for extra taxation and no group should be spared taxation on the federal level.”

“Cuando duermes, tu Padre celestial te cuida con amor. El sueño es un regalo de Dios, y aceptar ese regalo es un acto de confianza. Él restaura tu cuerpo y tu energía mediante el sueño.”

“Puddleglum is the name. It doesn't matter if you forget it, I can always tell you again.”

“A new idea comes suddenly and in a rather intuitive way, but intuition is nothing but the outcome of earlier intellectual experience.”

“GROWING UP changes one’s definition of what is fun — maturation does that, thankfully — so I hate to admit now that as a boy I thoroughly enjoyed throwing rocks at cars. It was a thrill to wait in hiding, ambush the car driving by, and then make our escape. Occasionally, a driver would stop their vehicle and get out to yell at us. But if we were really fortunate, they would chase us. We would run just far enough ahead to encourage them, but when they got close, we would turn on the afterburners of youth, leaving them far behind while we laughed hysterically. Once in a while, the police would come by — usually in unmarked cars — and the chase would be much more dramatic until we reached the ten-foot-tall fences at the end of the neighborhood field. To the police, it must have appeared as if they had us trapped. They had no idea, however, how practiced we were at vaulting those fences. We treated it like an Olympic event, running at full speed toward the fence and then leaping high into the air, grabbing the chain links, and allowing the momentum of our feet to swing us over the top and down on the other side. We would laugh at the police as we ran off, knowing there was no way they would follow us. Today I have great admiration for the police, who risk their lives on a daily basis to protect our lives, freedom, and property.”

“Children, pray for the salvation of your parents.”

“Free at last, Free at last, Thank God almighty we are free at last.”

“My style? You can call it the art of fighting without fighting.”

“Our world today desperately hungers for hope, and yet uncounted people have almost given up. There is despair and hopelessness on every hand. Let us be faithful in proclaiming the hope that is in Jesus!”

“Strange how a single conversation can change you. Or maybe it only seems that way in retrospect.”

“Yet before another ten years had passed, he was dictator of all Arabia, ruler of Mecca, and the head of a New World religion which was to sweep to the Danube and the Pyrenees before exhausting the impetus he gave it. That impetus was three­fold: the power of words, the efficacy of prayer and man’s kinship with God.”