“My religion is to live and die without regret.”

Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

I raise up my voice — not so that I can shout, but so that those without a voice can be heard.

Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?

Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.

Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage.

Hope is not the conviction that something will turn out well, but the certainty that something makes sense, regardless of how it turns out.

The greatest threat to freedom is the absence of criticism.

We must all face the choice between what is right and what is easy.