I reserve the right to evolve. What I think and feel today is subject to revision tomorrow.

History remembers only the celebrated, genealogy remembers them all.

Expect nothing and accept everything and you will never be disappointed.

Live with an open mind and an open heart. Always choose love over fear and kindness over cruelty.

War, hatred, and violence all spring from one infernal idea: that one person, race, creed, or culture is better than another.

Apathy is the slow poison coursing through the body politic that paves the way to tyranny.

The people who change the world never lose hope no matter how bleak the outcome might appear to be.

To listen to the silence is to hear the heartbeat of the Universe.

From generation to generation, lights are extinguished and darkness threatens until some one stoops to bear the torch.

Only love and courage will make this world a safer place. Hatred and fear will make it more dangerous.

The future is won or lost in the war of ideas.

A good friend will help you move, but a true friend will help you move a body.

I really liked Beyond The Valley Of The Dolls and a couple of others, but with these kinds of movies the best part is the 'talking about it over a beer afterwards' bit - and once is kind of enough.

Thoughts of your mind have made you what you are and thoughts of your mind will make you what you become from this day forward.

Forgive me, I must start by pointing out that three years after our horrific financial crisis caused by financial fraud, not a single financial executive has gone to jail, and that's wrong.

I occupy much of my time in theological studies for which I have a natural inclination.

Incredulity robs us of many pleasures, and gives us nothing in return.

My little cousin Jimmy told me in jail he was a drag queen.

Be polite; write diplomatically; even in a declaration of war one observes the rules of politeness.

The Gospel is not a fire insurance policy for the next world, but a life assurance policy for this world.

Between my finger and my thumb The squat pen rests; snug as a gun. ~from the poem "Digging