Now when I bore people at a party they think it's their fault..
Man's greatness lies in his power of thought..
Like many things in our national life, we miscalculated. We overestimated our ability to control events, which is one of the great dangers of a great….
Where there is power, there is resistance..
The jaws of power are always open to devour, and her arm is always stretched out, if possible, to destroy the freedom of thinking, speaking, and writ….
Balanced' is a code for 'denied': a right to free speech that must be 'balanced' against so exhaustive a list of other supposed values means a right ….
The wild boar is often held by a small dog. [Lat., A cane non magno saepe tenetur aper.].
Consider the black widow spider. It's a timid little beastie, useful and, for my taste, the prettiest of the arachnids, with its shiny, patent-leathe….
Wherever there is power there is age..
Power is the first good..
Power stems from 'rainmaking,' as law firms put it: the ability to bring resources into the company..
Thinking doesn't seem to help very much. The human brain is too high-powered to have many practical uses in this particular universe..
Not being tense but ready. Not thinking but not dreaming. Not being set but flexible. Liberation from the uneasy sense of confinement. It is being wh….
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same..
Nothing is more powerful than custom or habit..
Railroad iron is a magician's rod, in its power to evoke the sleeping energies of land and water..
I need no warrant for being, and no word of sanction upon my being. I am the warrant and the sanction..
No mighty king, no ambitious emperor, no pope, or prophet ever dreamt of such an awesome pulpit, so potent a magic wand..
In a republic this rule ought to be observed: that the majority should not have the predominant power..
Don't trust children with edge tools. Don't trust man, great God, with more power than he has until he has learned to use that little better. What a ….
Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I, To mourn, and murmur and repine, To see the wicked placed on high, In pride and robes of honor shine. But oh, ….