The ones I pity are the ones who never stick out their neck for something they believe, never know the taste of moral struggle, and never have the thrill of victory.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
How few there are who have courage enough to own their faults, or resolution enough to mend them.
Those who cannot work with their hearts achieve but a hollow, half-hearted success that breeds bitterness all around.
The people that I admire have a wonderful balance of self-belief and humility.
Those who boast of their descent, brag on what they owe to others.
In politics, the people I most despise are those who have no values.
It has been my experience that folks who have no vices have very few virtues.
A lot of people, because of my contempt for the false consolations of religion, think of me as a symbolic public opponent of that in extremis. And sometimes that makes me feel a bit alarmed, to be the repository of other people's hope.
People who pity themselves think, 'Why would I try to do anything? I'll just fail.'
Only those who spread treachery, fire, and death out of hatred for the prosperity of others are undeserving of pity.
The only people for me are the mad ones: the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who... burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow Roman candles.