So, first of all, let me assert my firm belief that the only thing we have to fear is fear itself—nameless, unreasoning, unjustified terror which paralyzes needed efforts to convert retreat into advance.

Anyone who speaks in the name of others is always an impostor.

The true hero fights and dies in the name of his destiny, and not in the name of a belief.

I would like to go mad on one condition, namely, that I would become a happy madman, lively and always in a good mood, without any troubles and obsessions, laughing senselessly from morning to night.

The good Lord better bless your soul ‘Cause I have done already cursed your name

There seems to be a lot of name-calling going on, but I want to remind you what our good dad told me one time. Labels are for soup cans.