Horrible things happen, but were they horrible? No, they were just circumstances of the world.

Saigon is hot, full of atmosphere, activity, and commerce.

Elizabeth Hurley and I had a lot of fun together. She's a very beautiful, confident woman.

As a young man I prayed for success. Now I just pray to be worthy of it.

I don't believe that wishing works. I think we get the things we work for.

I guess darkness serves a purpose: to show us that there is redemption through chaos. I believe in that. I think that's the basis of Greek mythology.

Most people go, I wish for world peace. But chaos has a place in balancing out the light and the dark in the world. I don't know if I would wish for world peace.

I wish I could have 25,000 years of my personal family history documented in a very powerful computer or a CD-ROM that I could just pop in and my computer would never crash

Maybe my caveman ancestors invented the wheel or something. I'm not sure.

Careers go in cycles. I've plateau-ed. I've been at the bottom of the ocean... You win some, you lose some.

To swing or not to swing? Swing.

God used my year of waiting not to frustrate me, or abandon me, but to draw me into a closer relationship with Him.

The most abundant resources that we possess amongst the 1.5 million nonprofits in the United States are passion and knowledge, yet our most scarce resource is collaboration.

I find my relationships at 40-plus are really emulsified, juicy relationships because you have more of a sense of who you are and who you want to be around.

I love David Lynch's 'Mulholland Drive;' such a wonderful movie.

The Lord is letting the wheat and the tares mature before he fully purges the Church. He is also testing you to see if you will be misled. The devil is trying to deceive the very elect.

Fix your awareness gently on the center of your chest. Try to feel love.

If we lose wilderness, we lose forever the knowledge of what the world was.

I never wanted to fight against the Union, but could not turn my back on Virginia.

If there is no gardener there is no garden.

What madness is this, inviting sable Death by warfare? It always hovers close and comes unforeseen on silent steps.