Love and fear. Everything the father of a family says must inspire one or the other.

When you go in search of honey you must expect to be stung by bees.

We must respect the past, and mistrust the present, if we wish to provide for the safety of the future.

What I fear mostly is a car that's coming with a family in it, bunch of children or something and hit by this train.

Those who never retract their opinions love themselves more than they love the truth.

He was obeyed, yet he inspired neither love nor fear, nor even respect. He inspired uneasiness. That was it!