Death strips all men of dignity.

Information is the mortar that both builds and destroys empires.

The worst enemy is one whose doctrines are founded in hate and are thus beyond debate.

Trust is won not given.

So many of man's actions appear to have no immediate consequence but, concealed, do their work until finally all catches up and forms a complex web of cause and effect.

To be desired by those who are themselves highly desirable is in itself an aphrodisiac.

It seems to me that women are freed from their responsibilities only when they are merry widows or eccentric old spinsters.

This may be the very nature of love, a passion as fickle as the sea, full of certainty when the object of desire is absent, yet dubious when confronted again with the lover's presence.

Believe, my child. Faith is the food of survival.

A man who denies his past is a man who truly denies himself a future, for he refuses to know himself, and to deny knowledge of oneself is to stumble through life as handicapped as the blind mute.

We cannot choose the times we live in. Just as, sometimes, we cannot choose whom we love.

Sometimes you're drowning yourself in your own words.

Attachment. A secure attachment is the ability to bond

Vegas means comedy, tragedy, happiness and sadness all at the same time.

Let us take advantage of the opportunities presented by climate action and lay the foundations for a more prosperous and secure future for all

Finally, it occurs to me that the biggest problem with our elections is that however you vote, you wind up electing a politician.

The only time I ever find my dealings with God less than clear-cut is when I'm not being honest with Him. The fuzziness is always on my side, not His.

The central activity of leadership is teaching - first by example, second by precept.

I took the rhythm place, which a lot of people didn't know how to do the way I could, and this was really the first time that Johnny had a rhythm guitar player.

Death is just another stage of life, although the one you kind of hope comes last.

I expected the illegible and the deeply buried in me to be read as if carved on my forehead, just as I expected the obvious and the ill-concealed to be hidden from view.