Joy, joy, joy!Past ages crowd on thee, but each one remembers, And the future is dark, and the present is spread, Like a pillow of thorns for thy slumberless head.

No change, no pause, no hope! Yet I endure.

When soul meets soul on lovers' lips.

All spirits are enslaved which serve things evil.

What matter most is to complete the journey.

Pray that the summer mornings are many when with such pleasure, with such joy you will enter ports seen for the first time

A monster's worst fear is of being found.

Let me say here and now that faith has never done me any good, only doubt. So that is what has become my testament.

It's always the wacko birds on right and left that get the media megaphone.

My whole thing is, I collect what I know I want to read, and I have certain bookshelves in my bedroom that contain all the books I haven't read yet.

The explosion of the Web and digital media from 1995 to 2000 shook companies more profoundly in a shorter time than anything since the end of World War II.

The last person to get across that town in under three hours was yelling "The British are coming! The British are coming!"

In the old times men carried out their rights for themselves as they lived, but nowadays every baby seems born with a social manifesto in its mouth much bigger than itself.

You know what make me laugh? Good, clean, honest humor. Not-trying-to-be-funny humor.