Grace does not make sense. It's not supposed to make sense. Grace cannot be calculated or formulated, earned or even rewarded for a job well done. Grace is a gift, not a salary.

Creation's probably overrated. After all, God made the world in only six days and rested on the seventh.

The first law of war is to preserve ourselves and destroy the enemy.

When I consider how, after sunset, the stars come out gradually in troops from behind the hills and woods, I confess that I could not have contrived a more curious and inspiring sight.

I look for fun and smarts - a witty, strong sexy woman.

I try to play squash but I keep running into the walls.

I don't have to be anything at all. I don't even have to be myself, because there is no such thing as not being myself. I am inescapably myself.

Every moment is enormous and it is all we have.

If I have no children what would be the point of living.

A German is someone who cannot tell a lie without believing it himself.

Oh, how quickly the world's glory passes away.