I like rice. Rice is great if you're hungry and want 2000 of something picketing, but I don't know how to show it.
I don't think of myself as unbreakable. Perhaps I'm just rather flexible and adaptable.
Peace as a goal is an ideal which will not be contested by any government or nation, not even the most belligerent.
It is not easy for a people conditioned by fear under the iron rule of the principle that might is right to free themselves from the enervating miasma of fear. Yet even under the most crushing state machinery courage rises up again and again, for fear is not the natural state of civilized man.
Human rights and rule of law are inseparably connected.
War is not the only arena where peace is done to death. Wherever suffering is ignored, there will be the seeds of conflict, for suffering degrades and embitters and enrages.
I've always tried to explain democracy is not perfect. But it gives you a chance to shape your own destiny.
If there is one abiding theme in the gym, it's the withering work in the ring. Those not fit do not survive.
There comes a time when a man finds himself in front of a dark uncrossable abyss, which he himself has spent years digging. He cannot go forward, and has no way back. Words have failed, tears won't help, and who would he call out to? He can't even remember his own name. Then the man sees that on this god's green earth there is but one true suffering: the torment of guilty conscience.
I'm scared," he says. "I know," says the nurse. "I want you all to go to Hell. ""That's natural.
I've wrecked and ravaged half my life in the pursuit of women, and I suffer the pangs of about seventeen regrets -- the seventeen who got away.