In our beautiful memoryWe were all handsomeWe could all singWe all had the heart Of the prettiest girl in townAnd we all hit .300

I offer my opponents a bargain: if they will stop telling lies about us, I will stop telling the truth about them

It is winter, and very cold. There are icicles against the glass, and frost. I am tracing a pattern, before it melts. Before it fades, and is lost for good, like memories

He who waits to do a great deal of good at once will never do anything.

Trust no Future howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead!

We have freedom to demonstrate in Germany, but there is no place for incitement and insulting people who come to us from other countries.

That we should feed and nourish our souls with high notions of GOD; which would yield us great joy in being devoted to Him.

If love were a product, the queue at the faulty goods desk would stretch right round the universe and back. It doesn't work properly. The seams come apart and it's full of powdered glass.

Movies like 'The Abyss' and 'Jaws' make people think the ocean is threatening. It's not. It's very tranquil.

Gratitude is the antidote to bitterness and resentment.

Myself is thus and so, and will continue thus and so. And why fight it? My balance comes from instability.