Many men go into the ministry not only for the power trip involved, but also so that they will never have to be interrupted or contradicted.

To wonder where the mind goes after the brain decays is as silly as asking where the 70-miles-per-hour have gone after a speeding auto has crashed into a tree.

Still amazes me that people spend more time researching a new vehicle than they do the religion they entrust their souls to.

Chance favours the bold.

...For I do now know that it is cowardly. We do not have the right to think only of poetry on this earth. It is magical, but utterly selfish.

It's a funny thing about weaknesses....Most people will tell you they know their weaknesses. When asked, they'll tell you, 'Well for one thing, I'm overgenerous.' ... that's what innkeepers are for.

I am a butterfly drunk with life. I don't know where to soar, but I won't allow life to clip my beautiful wings.

I love life, even when bad things happen to me. I can't stop loving it. Every season of the year comes with a promise that something wonderful is going to happen to me someday.

....both had learned that everything could change in an instant, and that the heartfelt vows of people in love were fragile words that, once shattered, could cut so deeply you'd bleed forever.

The '40s were quite austere and super glamorous.

I love going to weddings.

I publish things that in my judgment are good science.