Emotions get in the way but they don't pay me to start crying at the loss of 269 lives. They pay me to put some perspective on the situation.

In the days of Caesar, kings had fools and jesters. Now network presidents have anchormen.

Pessimists calculate the odds. Optimists believe they can overcome them.

Our society finds truth too strong a medicine to digest undiluted. In its purest form, truth is not a polite tap on the shoulder; it is a howling reproach.

It becomes increasingly easy, as you get older, to drown in nostalgia.

Set your sights beyond what you can see. There is true majesty in the concept of an unseen power which can neither be measured nor weighed.

There's harmony and inner peace to be found in following a moral compass that points in the same direction regardless of fashion or trend.

There is no more respected or influential forum in the field of journalism than the New York Times. I look forward, with great anticipation, to contributing to its op-ed page

You can almost measure where you are in life by the degree to which you have begun looking back rather than ahead.

What Moses brought down from Mt. Sinai were not the Ten Suggestions, they are Commandments. Are, not were.

To face despair and not give in to it, that's courage.

By your behavior you send signals on how people should treat you

Man exploits man. Under communism it's just the opposite.

Michael is not only my friend, he's my family.

Our strength lies, not alone in our proving grounds and our stockpiles, but in our ideals, our goals, and their universal appeal to all men who are struggling to breathe free.

Life is a song to me.

Every ant knows the formula of its ant-hill, every bee knows the formula of its beehive. They know it in their own way, not in our way. Only humankind does not know its own formula.

Be willing to lose a battle in order to win the war.

My need for true love isn't so important now. The important thing is to lead a life where no one can wound me anymore.

Happiness is an exotic of celestial birth.

The real mystery is this strange need. Why can't we just hide it and shut up? Why do we have to blab? Why do human beings need to confess?