A morning spent without a friend like you, is morning wasted. Wake up, my dear friend. We are surely going to have a great day today! Good morning!
Each day has lots of successes in it just waiting to be grabbed. So don’t waste any time in bed. Get up and go out there and grab your success before it gets dark again.
All efforts to make politics aesthetic culminate in one thing, war.
Better a cautious commander, and not a rash one.
I can testify to what UNICEF means to children because I was among those who received food and medical relief right after World War II.
Don’t waste any more tomorrows on someone who wastes your todays.
We will never get back the life we waste trying to be normal.
Poetry, is a life long war waged against ineffable beauty.
Poets are souls at war with words from battles waged within.
Poverty is multidimensional. It extends beyond money incomes to education, health care, political participation, and advancement of one’s own culture and social organization.
My poetry is a declaration of war, not an exordium to defeat. It is not the defeated soldier’s drumbeat of despair, but the fighting warrior’s will to win. It is not the de- spirited voice of dejection but the stirring shout of victory.
In the euphoria after the Cold War, there was a misplaced notion that the UN could solve every problem anywhere.
The secret of concentration is the secret of self-discovery. You reach inside yourself to discover your personal resources, and what it takes to match them to the challenge.
Poverty, the most fearful monster that ever drew breath.
Men of sense often learn from their enemies. It is from their foes, not their friends, that cities learn the lesson of building high walls and ships of war; and this lesson saves their children, their homes, and their properties.
War is a blessing compared with national degradation.
Nullification means insurrection and war; and the other states have a right to put it down.
The day when two army corps can annihilate each other in one second, all civilized nations, it is to be hoped, will recoil from war and discharge their troops.
The savants will write excellent volumes. There will be laureates. But wars will continue just the same until the forces of the circumstances render them impossible.
The first time I saw nitroglycerine was at the beginning of the Crimean War. Professor Zinin in St. Petersburg exhibited some to my father and me, and struck some on an anvil to show that only the part touched by the hammer exploded without spreading.