Quotes About Choice

Reason is also choice.

Were it not better to forget Than to remember and regret?

You don't get to choose how you're going to die. Or when. You can only decide how you're going to live.

Of all the paths a man could strike into, there is, at any given moment, a best path ... a thing which, here and now, it were of all things wisest for him to do ... to find this path, and walk in it, is the one thing needful for him.

Everyone has a right to his own course of action.

Freedom and constraint are two aspects of the same necessity, the necessity of being the man you are, and not another. You are free to be that man, but not free to be another.

I argue that we deserve the choice to do whatever we want with our faces and bodies without being punished by an ideology that is using attitudes, economic pressure, and even legal judgments regarding women's appearance to undermine us psychologically and politically.

To know what you prefer, instead of humbly saying "Amen" to what the world tells you you ought to prefer, is to keep your soul alive.

Choose always the way that seems the best, however rough it may be; custom will soon render it easy and agreeable.

That suit is best that best suits me.

I'd rather be a failure at something I enjoy than a success at something I hate.

Choose a subject equal to your abilities; think carefully what your shoulders may refuse, and what they are capable of bearing.

Every man has the right to risk his own life in order to preserve it. Has it ever been said that a man who throws himself out the window to escape a fire is guilty of suicide?

Between two evils, I always picked the one I never tried before.

Life is either always a tightrope or a feather bed. Give me the tightrope.

The follies which a man regrets most in his life are those which he didn't commit when he had the opportunity.

There is no memory with less satisfaction than the memory of some temptation we resisted.

The only things you regret are the things you don't do.

We stand now where two roads diverge. But unlike the roads in Robert Frost's familiar poem, they are not equally fair. The road we have long been traveling is deceptively easy, a smooth superhighway on which we progress with great speed, but at its end lies disaster. The other fork of the road-the one less traveled by-offers our last, our only chance to reach a destination that assures the preservation of the earth.

All roads lead to Rome; but our antagonists think we should choose different paths.

No man is demolished but by himself.

I think somehow we learn who we really are and then live with that decision.

To make the choice for independent survival, the great man's wife has to become convinced of her own intrinsic worth.

What lies in our power to do, it lies in our power not to do.