I've traveled around the world and made love with many satisfied women. So I decided to share my story.

You don't want to get me started about apple martinis and the affect they have on my lovemaking. I might just throw you down and make some love to you right here and now.

Everything I've always done has been for the sole purpose of increasing my lovemaking output. A lot of guys won't admit that, but I do. I just want to make love.

Let me read you some of my poetry. My poetry just takes me to another level.

Since I left basketball, and my wife, it's been a glorious feast of lovemaking.

Choose joy! Joy is a choice. Joy is a witness. Joy is a therapy. Joy is a habit. If Jesus, who drank so deeply of the world's sorrow, could be filled with so much fun and laughter, then so can I.

Trust in the silent doers. It is far more difficult to put your dreams into action than into flowery words.

Scouting is a man's job cut down to a boy's size.

Ah! si l'on o" tait les chime' res aux hommes, quel plaisir leur resterait? Oh! If man were robbed of his fantasies, what pleasure would be left him?

I think there comes a point in probably most father-son relationships where the son kind of starts becoming the parent.

It is better to have a little than nothing.

My kids are my main hobby but, now they’ve gotten older, they’ve forced me to do things without them. I do a lot of things with my boat. My wife and I enjoy boating.

Happiness is a very small desk and a very big wastebasket.

Compatibilism amounts to nothing more than an assertion of the following creed: A puppet is free as long as he loves his strings.

What find you better or more honourable than age? Take the preheminence of it in everything, in an old friend, in old wine, in an old pedigree.