Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans upon his hoe and gazes on the ground, the emptiness of ages in his face, and on his back the burden of the world.

The crest and crowning of all good, Life's final star, is brotherhood.

There is a destiny which makes us brothers; none goes his way alone. All that we send into the lives of others comes back into our own.

At the heart of the cyclone tearing the sky is a place of central calm.

Ah, great it is to believe the dream as we stand in youth by the starry stream; But a greater thing is to fight life through, and at the end, 'The dream is true!'

It is better to rust out than wear out.

Defeat may serve as well as victory to shake the soul and let the glory out.

For all your days be prepared, and meet them ever alike. When you are the anvil, bear - when you are the hammer, strike.

Choices are the hinges of destiny.

To throw oneself to the side of the oppressed is the only dignified thing to do in life.

We have committed the Golden Rule to memory; let us now commit it to life.

About the time I told God that He didn't exist, I was desperate for an identity.

Don't believe everything you read on the Internet.

I do as much comedy as I possibly can, but I'm basically limited by the imagination of the secretaries who make the decisions.

But Christianity is an invention of sick brains: one could imagine nothing more senseless, nor any more indecent way of turning the idea of the Godhead into a mockery.

Find the passion. It takes great passion and great energy to do anything creative. I would go so far as to say you can't do it without that passion.

The problems that exist in this world can not be solved by the level of thinking that created them.

You can't really come into a concept record objectively, because you immediately associate it with Yes, stuff from the 1970s that punk rock kicked against, the pretentiousness.

By numberless examples it will evidently appear that human affairs are as subject to change and fluctuation as the waters of the sea agitated by the winds.

But beef is rare within these oxless isles; Goat's flesh there is, no doubt, and kid, and mutton; And, when a holiday upon them smiles, A joint upon their barbarous spits they put on.

Boxing is not brutal, it's an art - God has gifted me with incredible handspeed as a tool to be used - what else am I supposed to do but fight? There ain't no hand-racing competitions.