We have two families in life. One were born with that shares our blood. Another we meet along the way that's willing to give it's life for us.

If man could apply half the ingenuity he’s exhibited in the creation of weapons to more sensible ends, there’s no limit to what he might yet accomplish

What else are our lives but a story we tell ourselves to find some sense in the pain ofliving?

Hate wears you down and doesn’t hurt your enemy. It’s like taking poison and hoping your enemy will die.

Suffering must be the inevitable tariff exacted from spirit for residing in human form.

Crime has always been a regrettably consistent element of the human experience.

Keep your friends close and your enemies dead and buried in the basement.

I take all the best parts of YouTube, Twitter, and Facebook, and combine them into a whole new service called … YouTwit-face.

Dear Internet: You are very good at spreading rumors. Truth is more valuable and much harder to come by.

The first prerequisite of elaborate mental exercise was a full stomach.

Dude, you're scaring the crap out of me, ' said Nick. 'I'm serious, I literally have no crap right now.

Trees exhale for us so that we can inhale them to stay alive. Can we ever forget that? Let us love trees with every breath we take until we perish

If you can't be real and firm with others about who you are, you will be doomed to a phony, plastic bullshit existence, where you only live for others.

I searched for a deeper existence. What I found was myself. The next moment the journey towards self discovery began all over again.

You only have to start a job of work to realize how few decent, honest folk there are about.

The controversy was that Chad Dawson thought he was in an MMA fight and not a boxing match.

We need French chaplains and imams, French-speaking, who learn French, who love France. And who adhere to its values. And also French financing.

It is not worth while to strain one's self to tell the truth to people who habitually discount everything you tell them, whether it is true or isn't.

Death was a beginning and not an end; it was the morning of the spirit. Tired bodies lay down to sleep and their souls wakened to the morning, rested; the first fruits of them that slept.

And makes me poor indeed.