Adventure runs on all sorts of whiskey.
Our nuclear scientists and engineers have done a splendid job, and naturally, the entire nation has risen to salute their professional excellence, discipline, and patriotism.
Why, I’d like nothing better than to achieve some bold adventure, worthy of our trip.
For my part, I wish all guns with their belongings and everything could be sent to hell, which is the proper place for their exhibition and use.
Tears and complaints – the means which I have called water power – can be an extremely useful weapon for disturbing cooperation and reducing other to a condition of slavery.
The truth is often a terrible weapon of aggression. It is possible to lie, and even to murder, with the truth.
I’ve always wanted to skydive.
Education is an ornament in prosperity and a refuge in adversity.
I have often been downcast but never in despair; I regard our hiding as a dangerous adventure, romantic and interesting at the same time. In my diary, I treat all the privations as amusing.
In the long run, the sharpest weapon of all is a kind and gentle spirit.
Rationalism is an adventure in the clarification of thought.
Without adventure, civilization is in full decay.
Iraq’s search for weapons of mass destruction has proven impossible to deter and we should assume that it will continue for as long as Saddam is in power.
If freedom is short of weapons, we must compensate with willpower.
Women have two weapons: Cosmetics and tears.
Good actions are a guard against the blows of adversity.
India can live without nuclear weapons. That’s our dream, and it should be the dream of the U.S. also.
Sometimes an ember is all we need.
I find skydiving really hard. I broke my back while skydiving when I was in the military, and for 18 months all my nightmares were about falling.
I loved climbing because of the freedom, and having time and space. I remember coming off Everest for the last time, thinking of Dad and wishing that he could have seen what I saw. He would have loved it.