Cicero smiled at us. 'The art of life is to deal with problems as they arise, rather than destory one's spirit by worrying about them too far in advance. Especially tonight.

People perish. Books are immortal.

Golf requires only a few simple Rules and Regulations to guide the players in the true nature of its sporting appeal. The spirit of the game is its own referee.

Suicide leaves everyone feeling guilty.

The true currency of life is time, not money, and we've all got a limited stock of that.

But clever people all make one mistake. They all think everyone else is stupid. And everyone isn't stupid. They just take a bit more time, that's all.

You can't make sense of the present unless a part of you lives in the past.

Politics is never a victory, it's just the remorseless grinding forward of events.

Their souls were contagious. ... Bloodsuckers, spiders and vampires: that was what Lenin called them.

If one first gives himself to the Lord, all other giving is easy.

The natural impulse of men is to follow and whoever has the strongest sense of purpose will always dominate.

Discipline is the thing that makes you do what you might not want to, but you do it anyway because it's what you have to do in order to get what you want or desire.

Genius does what it must talent does what it can.

My girls are great at making fun of Dad. They're never impressed with anything I do. I love that. I hope that never changes.

I don't have a clue about the way to achievement, however the way to disappointment is attempting to please everyone.

I've always been heavily engaged with my fans on the internet from day one. That connection's one of the reasons why I've been able to enjoy such longevity in my career.

Without question, I wake every night five times.

I'm like a child trying to do everything, say everything and be everything all at once.

I think as a rifle platoon and company commander your view is about 1,000 meters in front of you and you hope you can cover that ground and not have to back up and give it up again.

A soft word pacifies anger, and the discordant words break the harmony of the cosmic diapason, and generate disorders.

Oh, gross! Zombie goo. (Caleb) Ooo, I wonder if it tastes like chicken? What do you think? (Simi) I think I’m never eating guacamole again as long as I live. (Caleb)