There is something very very special, universal and easily identifiable among all Jews; it is beyond territory, it is something we all have in common

In the days of Caesar, kings had fools and jesters. Now network presidents have anchormen.

Pessimists calculate the odds. Optimists believe they can overcome them.

Our society finds truth too strong a medicine to digest undiluted. In its purest form, truth is not a polite tap on the shoulder; it is a howling reproach.

It becomes increasingly easy, as you get older, to drown in nostalgia.

Set your sights beyond what you can see. There is true majesty in the concept of an unseen power which can neither be measured nor weighed.

There's harmony and inner peace to be found in following a moral compass that points in the same direction regardless of fashion or trend.

There is no more respected or influential forum in the field of journalism than the New York Times. I look forward, with great anticipation, to contributing to its op-ed page

You can almost measure where you are in life by the degree to which you have begun looking back rather than ahead.

What Moses brought down from Mt. Sinai were not the Ten Suggestions, they are Commandments. Are, not were.

To face despair and not give in to it, that's courage.

I cringed as the band oozed into the next chord. If notes were cars, I think there was a D major under the wreckage.

You can only conquer hate with love.

I will always love you Drizzt Do'Urden my life was full and without regret because I knew you and was completed by you. Sleep well, my love.

I never knew what life was until it ran out in a red gush over any lips, my hands!

Mais, vrai, J'ai trop pleure! Les aubes sont navrantes. What a sad and beautiful line that is. I'd always hoped that someday I'd be able to use it.

It is easy for me to love myself, but for ladies to do it is another question altogether.

Today the Internal Revenue Code constitutes cruel and unusual punishment. A flat tax would be an enormous step forward.

But were there ever any Writhed not at passed joy?

Maybe that's what real friendship is -- getting so used to people that you need to be annoyed by them.

Everyone is beautiful in their own way, in and out and you have no right to tell them otherwise.