Rae Foley Quotes

cruelty is the only thing that strikes me as completely unforgivable. The unpardonable sin.

Hatred is one of the poisons; like jaundice, it alters the true colors of things.

Every murder strikes at the heart of civilization; it is an attack on all mankind.

People don't really change. Not fundamentally. When they surprise us, it is because we failed to recognize their potentialities.

You can't remain inactive in the face of injustice without, to some extent, being guilty of it.

I always feel sorry for people who think more about a rainy day ahead than sunshine today.

There's no disillusionment like learning that forbidden fruit can be unpleasant.

The doctor will persist in laboring under the delusion that patients want common sense instead of magic.

Night thoughts aren't to be trusted.

The only love from which a man never recuperates is the one he never had. The eternal and untarnished illusion.

The strength of weak people constantly appalls me. Have you ever seen a vine kill an oak tree? Deadly.

a fair degree of literacy of speech ... is increasingly rare in politicians and not necessarily regarded as an asset.

The young never take anything seriously if it sounds simple.

People who care nothing about money probably exist or we wouldn't hear so much about them. But I've never encountered one in the flesh.

Nothing is as depressing as absolute logic. Look at the maze of French politics perpetrated by a logical people.

minutes weren't given you to save but to spend. This is yours - now. Stop and live it.

People who praise illness as bringing out the best in people ought to have their heads examined. Pain forces you to think about yourself, directs your interest to your own body and what is happening to it. You don't reach out benevolently, filled with good will for others. You don't seem to care enough. Pain makes you a little person, not a big one, and not a nice one, except perhaps in the case of saints, and I've never known one.

gossip is just the small change of conversation.

It's easy to respond to the hate cries, usually carefully wrapped up in a flag. Perhaps hate is the greatest simplifier of them all. It's the man with the throb in his voice, the man with the easy formula, the man who tries to shout to my emotions instead of speaking to my mind, the man who is sure he is right that I run from like hell.

The whole human race loses by every act of personal vengeance.

What seems most likely is generally true.