In politics, sunny days and rainy days can change very quickly.

Power wears out those who don't have it

I recognize my limits but when I look around I realise I am not living exactly in a world of giants.

You sin in thinking bad about people - but, often, you guess right.

Power tires only those who do not have it.

I love Germany so much that I preferred when there were two.

In church I feel very close to the publican of the parable.

Power is a disease one has no desire to be cured of.

Apart from the Punic Wars, I've been blamed for just about everything.

I have some state secrets I will take with me to paradise.

My conscience is clear, because I know that in my conscience and in front of God I am guilty of nothing. I hope human justice will see at the same way.

Remain vigilant and try diligently not to succumb to the soul-sucking, mind-numbing, ill-mannered attitudes that seem so prevalent in the world today.

For rich people, the sky is just an extra, a gift of nature. The poor, on the other hand, can see it as it is, a gift of infinite grace.

You can't function in society if you don't involve yourself in the fictions society accepts about time. But you do so with the understanding that you're playing a game.

Every man has his price, or a guy like me couldn't exist.

I used to be really insecure about my self-education. I'm definitely always learning. But there's many ways to learn. There are many, many ways to always be a learner.

Lord, if your people need me, I will not refuse the work. Your will be done.

Intellectual prowess has its limitations. Thus, do not limit the scope of your learning to the realm of the intellect.

When news of the crash came, probably a lot of people in small towns and farms across America felt a sense of grim satisfaction that the sinners had finally been punished for their wicked ways.

I'd love to be the first one to say this, but it automatically turns into - we all have those responsibilities that we ignore because we don't feel like they're ours.

I think the labyrinth is an interesting metaphor for our lives as musicians. We're always being drawn toward the center of it because that's where the mystery is. What is music? It's a journey.