I ask you to remember, not every man who bears the mark of a castaway is a castaway at heart

Not every man is so great a coward as he thinks he is – nor yet so good a Christian.

All dwarfs may be bastards yet not all bastards are dwarfs.

Not all those who wander are lost.

Not every flying hero has a cape.

Some men, under the pressure of incarceration, showed true mettle, while others revealed themselves as less than what they had appeared to be.

Not all men were meant to dance with dragons.

I have an idea that some men are born out of their due place. Accident has cast them amid certain surroundings, but they have always a nostalgia for a home they know not. They are strangers in their birthplace, and the leafy lanes they have known from childhood or the populous streets in which they have played, remain but a place of passage. They may spend their whole lives aliens among their kindred and remain aloof among the only scenes they have ever known. Perhaps it is this sense of strangeness that sends men far and wide in the search for something permanent, to which they may attach themselves. Perhaps some deep-rooted atavism urges the wanderer back to lands which his ancestors left in the dim beginnings of history.

El mismo que se considera señor de los demás no por esto deja de ser menos esclavo que los demás.

But not all men seek rest and peace; some are born with the spirit of the storm in their blood.

Many a man's reputation would not know his character if they met on the street.

Wars may make heroes of men, but not all the time.

Not all segregationists are lunatics, or even dishonest men.

Men are all alike - except the one you've met who's different.