Blessed are they who see beautiful things In humble places Where other people see nothing.
Men are more easily governed through their vices than through their virtues.
We must become the change we want to see.
A strange thing is memory, and hope; one looks backward, and the other forward.
We're in hell right now, gentlemen. We can climb out of hell, one inch at a time.
Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.
Blessed are they who see beautiful things In humble places Where other people see nothing.
Men are more easily governed through their vices than through their virtues.
We must become the change we want to see.
A strange thing is memory, and hope; one looks backward, and the other forward.
We're in hell right now, gentlemen. We can climb out of hell, one inch at a time.
Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.