For war is never some cosmic accident descending upon a people with all the chance and inevitability of asteroids falling like fire out of the heavens, but only the will and work of man.

"What is a human being, then?" "A seed." "A... seed?" "An acorn that is unafraid to destroy itself in growing into a tree."

In an infinite universe, every point in space-time is the center.

Self-creation is the highest art.

A man lusts to become a god... and there is murder. Murder upon murder upon murder. Why is the world of men nothing but murder?

Beliefs are the eyelids of the mind.

Life moved ever outward into infinite possibilities and yet all things were perfect and finished in every single moment, their end attained.

Before, you are wise; after, you are wise. In between you are otherwise.

We are the eyes through which the Univers observes itself and knows itself divine.

But it is the nature of life that no emotion is meant to last forever.

The belly is the reason that man does not easily mistake himself for a god.

The church is called to activate the position of the believers in saving the nation for God’s glory

Well, I miss my wife, you know, " I said. "But I also miss the feeling of, I don’t know, comfort. The sense you’re where you’re supposed to be, with someone you’re supposed to be with.

Ironically, parenting is a shame and judgment minefield precisely because most of us are wading through uncertainty and self-doubt when it comes to raising our children.

Every day is a good day to be alive, whether the sun's shining or not.

If those whom we begin to love could know us as we were before meeting them they could perceive what they have made of us.

How many times have you heard someone say If I had his money I'd do things my way Hmm, but little they know Hmm, it's so hard to find One rich man in ten with a satisfied mind.

Another threat to stability is the rise of Internet gambling

You are indebted to life until you help some less fortunate person, just as you were helped.

The profoundly humorous writers are humorous because they are responsive to the hopeless, uncouth, concatenations of life.

The more a man knows, the less he talks.