"I'd rather be a pig than a fascist."

"If gold rust, what shall iron do? For if a Priest, upon whom we trust, be foul, no wonder a layman may yield to lust."

"So you would rather return to a chaotic world full of murderers and thieves? Soon, your world will be a sea of flames."

"And what will ye leave to your own mother dear?

“Moss walked out onto the prairie behind the motel with one of the motel pillows under his arm and he wrapped the pillow about the muzzle of the gun and fired off three rounds and then stood there in the cold sunlight watching the feathers drift across the gray chaparral, thinking about his life.”

"I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend."

"My people and I have come to an agreement which satisfied us both. They are to say what they please, and I am to do what I please."

"You accuse me of murder; and yet you would, with a satisfied conscience, destroy your own creature."

“Make me happy, and I again shall be virtuous.”

“He who cannot stand misfortune does not deserve good fortune.”

"More is lost by indecision than wrong decision"

“A real loser is someone who's so afraid of not winning he doesn't even try.”

“Like one, that on a lonesome road

Doth walk in fear and dread,

And having once turned round walks on,

And turns no more his head;

Because he knows, a frightful fiend

Doth close behind him tread.”

“The sound of the gion shoja bells…echoes the impermanence of all things. The colors of sala flowers…reveals the truth that the prosperous must decline.”

“The mind is a city like London,

Smoky and populous: it is a capital

Like Rome, ruined and eternal,

Marked by the monuments which no one

Now remembers. For the mind, like Rome, contains

Catacombs, aqueducts, amphitheatres, palaces,

Churches and equestrian statues, fallen, broken or soiled.

The mind possesses and is possessed by all the ruins

Of every haunted, hunted generation’s celebration.”

“A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines. With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to do.”

“Someday a real rain will come and wash all this scum off the streets.”

"But In The End, He's Just Another Dead Rat In A Garbage Pail Behind A Chinese Restaurant."

“I’m God’s Lonely Man.”

"If you make yourself more than just a man, if you devote yourself to an ideal, and if they can't stop you, then you become something else entirely."