The world turns on our every action, and our every omission, whether we know it or not.

No blade can puncture the human heart like the well-chosen words of a spiteful son.

You live it forward, but understand it backward.

To be around someone whose self-confidence is more than what our first glance led us to expect is seductive.

Geography is destiny.

There is a point when grief exceeds the human capacity to emote, and as a result one is strangely composed-

God will judge us, Mr. Harris, by--by what we did to relieve the suffering of our fellow human beings. I don't think God cares what doctrine we embrace.

Being the first born gives you great patience.

When a man is a mystery to himself you can hardly call him mysterious.

The crookedness of the serpent is still straight enough to slide through the snake hole.

That's the funny thing about America--the blessed thing. As many people as there are to hold you back, there are angels whose humanity makes up for all the others. I've had my share of angels.

When you master the basics, and execute them well, there’s no need to worry about the score.

God loves his work and therefore wills to preserve it. Creation and preservation are two aspects of the one activity of God.

To suggest that conservatives have a monopoly on hate is an ideological mugging of reality.

Rather to excite your judgment briefly than to inform it tediously.

Well, I get my subject on Wednesday night; I think it out carefully on Thursday, and make my rough sketch; on Friday morning I begin, and stick to it all day, with my nose well down on the block.

You're here so you're a Scientologist. Now we're going to make you into an expert auditor no matter what happens. We'd rather have you dead than incapable.

Be happy, healthy, and let all that love flow through your heart.

The body's a mirror of heaven: Its energies make angels jealous. Our purity astounds seraphim. Devils shiver at our nerve.

God sweetens outward pain with inward peace.

That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste,-- Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.