... Of his sins [Heavenly Father] does not want [man] to think [on them] too much: once they are repented, the sooner the man turns his attention outward, the better [Heavenly Father] is pleased.

The more often he feels without acting, the less he will be able ever to act, and, in the long run, the less he will be able to feel.

She's the sort of woman who lives for others - you can tell the others by their hunted expression.

For the Present is the point at which time touches eternity.

All mortals tend to turn into the thing they are pretending to be. This is elementary

If I, being what I am, can consider that I am in some sense a Christian, why should the different vices of those people in the next pew prove that their religion is mere hypocrisy and convention?

A moderated religion is as good for us as no religion at all—and more amusing.

Music. A meaningless acceleration in the rhythm of celestial experience.

The Future is, of all things, the thing least like eternity. It is the most temporal part of time--for the Past is frozen and no longer flows, and the Present is all lit up with eternal rays.

I do not expect old heads on young shoulders.

The claim to equality, outside of the strictly political field, is made only by those who feel themselves to be in some way inferior.

I know some women go in for excitement and danger. It must make them feel more alive. It's my professional judgment that you're a dangerous man.

It's my firm conviction that when Uncle Sam calls, by God we go, and we do the best that we can.

I was a surrogate for Obama; I helped fundraise. I'm still a supporter.

... since she might not be splendid, she would at least be immaculate.

Either you focus, or you hit something really hard.

Surrounded by people who love life, you love it too; surrounded by people who don't, you don't.

We would never get away from it. ... It's bad enough as it is, but with the wireless telephone one could be called up at the opera, in church, in our beds. Where could one be free from interruption?

I know a man He came from my home town He wore his passion for his woman Like a thorny crown He said "Dolores I live in fear My love for you's so overpowering I'm afraid that I will disappear

On the fourth day of telecommuting, I realized that clothes are totally unnecessary.

I define anxiety as experiencing failure in advance.