Beneath the instinct to fight there lurks a diviner instinct to love.

Read Hearn, the most eloquent and truthful interpreter of the Japanese mind, and you see the working of that mind to be an example of the working of Bushido.

You ever want to negotiate a hostage situation in Quebec, I'm your man. Send me in for a little parley and the francophone miscreants will flee, hands over bleeding ears.

Caedite eos. Novit enim Dominus qui sunt eius. ("Kill them all. For the Lord knoweth them that are His." Supposedly said when asked by a Crusader how to distinguish the Cathars from the Catholics.)

One real meeting is much better than a thousand internet or social media words.

And he shall reign a goodly king And sway his hand o'er every clime With peace writ on his signet ring Who bides his time.

Dead Babies can take care of themselves, dead Babies can´t take things off the shelf.

Acting is a reflex, a mechanism for development and survival. . . . It isn't 'second nature,' it is 'first nature.'

My carbs kick in at dinner, which makes no sense.

Could there be a greater proof of our cowardice than fighting amongst ourselves?

It is a good thing to let prayer be the first business of the morning and the last of the evening.

I'd like to form a club just for fathers. Specifically, fathers of daughters. There would be lots of overstuffed leather chairs, wood paneling, dim lights. The works.