The worm that destroys you is the temptation to agree with your critics, to get their approval.
The sharpest criticism often goes hand in hand with the deepest idealism and love of country.
Kindness and intelligence are the preoccupations of age. Being cruel and thoughtless is far more fascinating when you’re twenty.
I don't like compliments. No. I prefer criticisms; prefer to prove them wrong
To approve of warfare but criticize its methods, it has been well said is like approving of the wolf eating the lamb but criticizing the table-manners. War is war and not a game of sport to be played according to rules.
I would prefer an intelligent hell to a stupid paradise.
I prefer to stay alive and be criticized than be sympathized.
I am 100 percent in favor of the intelligent use of drugs, and 1,000 percent against the thoughtless use of them, whether caffeine or LSD. And drugs are not central to my life.
I cannot think of a single one, not even intelligence.
There was a day when I died, utterly died — died to George Muller, his opinions, preferences, tastes, and will; died to the world, its approval or censure; died to the approval or blame even of my brethren and friends — and since then I have only to show myself approved to God.