I'm intrigued by fanatics - people who are seduced by the promise, or the illusion, of the absolute.

When you forgive, you love. And when you love, God’s light shines through you.

Don't settle down and sit in one place. Move around, be nomadic, make each day a new horizon.

The core of mans' spirit comes from new experiences.

You are wrong if you think Joy emanates only...from human relationships. God has placed it all around us...and all you have to do is reach for it.

The only person you are fighting is yourself and your stubbornness to engage in new circumstances.

Most climbers aren't in fact deranged, they're just infected with a particularly virulent strain of the Human Condition.

Some people feel like they don't deserve love. They walk away quietly into empty spaces, trying to close the gaps of the past.

It is easy, when you are young, to believe that what you desire is no less than what you deserve, to assume that if you want something badly enough, it is your God-given right to have it.

I'm going to paraphrase Thoreau here... rather than love, than money, than faith, than fame, than fairness... give me truth.

I was dimly aware that I might be getting in over my head. But that only added to the scheme’s appeal. That it wouldn’t be easy was the whole point.

Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on TheeAnd I'll forgive Thy great big one on me.

Don’t let the poison of the past spoil a fruitful future.

Integrity, once tarnished, or broken, is hard to recover.

The use we make of our fortune determines as to its sufficiency. A little is enough if used wisely and too much is not enough if expended foolishly.

Worry is a complete waste of energy. It solves nothing.

Don't count the miles, count the I love you's!

The most used phrase in my administration if I were to be President would be 'What the hell you mean we're out of missiles?'

I feel good... considering I managed to wake up.

The whole thing about doing TV is that you never know what's going to happen. You just have to go with it and go with the flow.

Fiction, I believed, was the transmutation of experiential dross into linguistic gold. Fiction meant taking up whatever the world had abandoned by the road and making something beautiful out of it.