It is not from reason that justice springs, but goodness is born of wisdom.

Recently, I was preparing to sing Springsteen's 'If I Should Fall Behind' for a wedding and was unable to get through it without tears. My wife handed me 'Love You Forever.' I read it. I cried. But that cry somehow cured me of crying while singing the song. Go figure.

Truth springs from argument amongst friends.

Rebellion without truth is like spring in a bleak, arid desert.

Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.

In every tyrant's heart there springs in the end this poison, that he cannot trust a friend.

I repeat... that all power is a trust; that we are accountable for its exercise; that from the people and for the people all springs, and all must exist.

Chicago is an October sort of city even in spring.

All our discontents about what we want appeared to spring from the want of thankfulness for what we have.

I think the Internet and technology in general has changed everything. We can see it overseas even more with the Arab Spring and so forth.

Traits acquired during one's lifetime - muscles built up in the gym, for example - cannot be passed on to the next generation. Now with technology, as it happens, we might indeed be able to transfer some of our acquired traits on to our selected offspring by genetic engineering.

All the big revolutions, whether it's the Industrial Revolution, the Arab Spring, those changes happened by economic and social shifts brought about by the people's voices, and those things weren't voted for. Most of our changes today are brought about through technology, not by voting.

Inventor: A person who makes an ingenious arrangement of wheels, levers and springs, and believes it civilization.

Almost all of our sorrows spring out of our relations with other people.

At home I have a copy of the April 21, 1986, issue of 'Sports Illustrated.' I'm on the cover with the blurb, 'Can Lou Do It?' I'd just arrived at Notre Dame, and with spring football underway, I was the focal point of that week's coverage.

People ask me what I do in winter when there's no baseball. I'll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring.

Within a culture possessed by the myth of feminine evil, the naming, describing, and theorizing about good and evil has constituted a maze/haze of deception. The journey of women becoming is breaking through this maze - springing into free space, which is an a-mazing process.

If I do my job well, then God will smile on my offspring and on their offspring. I'm sure my father is seeing a blessing in me.

I just did an interview where I was asked whether I drink beer or whisky, and I was sad to reveal that I'm pounding spring water.

I like to express certain things that happen in my life, the joy of spring, the birds singing and young babies coming into the world. You know, the whole thing as well as the part I'm not happy with, the sad part.

Man is born passionate of body, but with an innate though secret tendency to the love of Good in his main-spring of Mind. But God help us all! It is at present a sad jar of atoms.

Isn't it sad to go to your grave without ever wondering why you were born? Who, with such a thought, would not spring from bed, eager to resume discovering the world and rejoicing to be part of it?

They say it's better to bury your sadness in a graveyard or garden that waits for the spring to wake from its sleep and burst into green.

More than in any other performing arts the lack of respect for acting seems to spring from the fact that every layman considers himself a valid critic.