The truth was...he was in love with her. Totally over-the-line, no-going-back, not-even-dead-would-he-part kind of shit.

Indeed, the human mind appeared to suffer from a crippling need to fabricate in the absence of concrete proof.

Some things are destined to be -- it just takes us a couple of triesto get there.

The essential truth of life, he was coming to realize, wasn't romantic an took only two words to label: Shit. Happens.

End with an image and don't explain.

They will never stop talking about you! No one can tell your story like you can!

Only God is the Giver and Master of Creativity and imagination because they are gifts that can only come from Him Alone!

Don’t settle for helping those who will help you in return or doing a good deed for others to see. Help others without expecting anything back. Even if nobody else cares, God will notice.

Well, I don’t want to be king, I want to be real.

Sometimes there's luck, When there is you stock up on it and wait for the other times

The spirit of logical analysis should in practice blend with the practical pressure for the adoption of some form of international language, but it should not allow itself to be stampeded by it.

We decentralise the ability to decide the level of publicity that's attached to any of our communications.

I never fight, except against difficulties.