There are plenty of good reasons for fighting, but no good reason ever to hate without reservation, to imagine that God Almighty Himself hates with you, too.

There is a tragic flaw in our precious constitution, and I don't know what can be done to fix it. This is it: Only nut cases want to be president.

Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before.

Here is a lesson in creative writing. First rule: Do not use semicolons. They are transvestite hermaphrodites representing absolutely nothing. All they do is show you've been to college.

Being a Humanist means trying to behave decently without expectation of rewards or punishment after you are dead.

One of the few good things about modern times: If you die horribly on television, you will not have died in vain. You will have entertained us.

A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.

Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why.

Music is, to me, proof of the existence of God. It is so extraordinarily full of magic, and in tough times of my life I can listen to music and it makes such a difference.

Another flaw in the human character is that everybody wants to build and nobody wants to do maintenance.

We have to continually be jumping off cliffs and developing our wings on the way down.

Never set fire to a bridge while you are still crossing it.

The beauty is that you are always free to choose a better future as well as a better past!

Anyone who's just driven 90 yards against huge men trying to kill them has earned the right to do Jazz hands.

By developing a sense of concern for others' well-being, then no matter what others' attitudes are, you can keep inner peace.

Well, wouldn't it have been easier if she'd just asked me whether I liked her better than you?" "Girls don't often ask questions like that," said Hermione. "Well, they should!" said Harry forcefully.

Be exhausted for God, but remember that your supply comes from Him. 'All my fresh springs shall be in thee.'

I belonged in Idle Valley like a pearl onion on a banana split.

It is the job of the historian to say what is likely, and of faith to say what is possible.

Ours is supposed to be a government in which classes and distinctions melt into a harmonious whole. Until we reach this ideal of government, we will be a distracted, contentious people.

The adjective is the enemy of the noun. Variant: The adjective is the enemy of the substantive.