The business of peace requires more than showing up with paint brushes, foodstuffs and an oil pipeline or two.

The secret of learning to be sick is this: Illness doesn't make you less of what you were. You are still you.

If you think Independence Day is America's defining holiday, think again. Thanksgiving deserves that title, hands-down.

Well, we can't afford blindness anymore. There are tens of thousands of thugs who loathe liberty and love death, and want to annihilate Western civilization.

Today there are about 40 million retirees receiving benefits; by the time all the baby boomers have retired, there will be more than 72 million retirees drawing Social Security benefits.

Many people don't give a rip about politics and know as much about public affairs as they know about the topography of Pluto.

The art of being sick is not the same as the art of getting well.

Voting is a right best exercised by people who have taken time to learn about the issues.

Every one of our greatest national treasures, our liberty, enterprise, vitality, wealth, military power, global authority, flow from a surprising source: our ability to give thanks.

Sometimes, political campaigns make decent people act and talk like perfect buffoons.

You're young and you're bulletproof and invincible. But never underestimate the power of other people's love and prayer.

I want to kiss the bottom of the ocean before I burst through its surface into the sunlight. Otherwise I'll always be wondering about what was left unseen at the bottom.

Our life and our death is with our neighbor. If we gain our brother, we have gained God, but if we scandalize our brother, we have sinned against Christ.

There's not too many rich black people in this world.

I can't fax you my love, I can't email my heart.

I could be martyred for my religion. Love is my religion and I could die for that. I could die for you.

It's nice to work with people who know and trust you.

It’s absolutely absurd to say you are a disciple of Jesus Christ yet not bear the fruit of Jesus Christ.

You choose the #life you live. If you don't like it, it's on you to change it because no one else is going to do it for you.

The cream-tiled walls were spattered here and there with old dried bloodstains, deep gouges that might have been clawmarks, and all kinds of graffiti. As usual, someone had spelt Cthulhu wrongly.

How wayward is this foolish love that, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse and presently, all humble, kiss the rod.