Wwhat the hell? Weve all got to die sometime!

A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path.

An archaeologist is the best husband a woman can have. The older she gets the more interested he is in her.

I don't think necessity is the mother of invention. Invention, in my opinion, arises directly from idleness, possibly also from laziness - to save oneself trouble.

It is ridiculous to set a detective story in New York City. New York City is itself a detective story.

Very few of us are what we seem.

Dogs are wise. They crawl away into a quiet corner and lick their wounds and do not rejoin the world until they are whole once more.

Nobody knows what another person is thinking. They may imagine they do, but they are nearly always wrong.

Fear is incomplete knowledge.

Books are a habit-forming drug.

I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.

When a mortal man breaks a people, it is always blamed on the gods.

I can't let important policy decisions hinge on the fact that an election is coming up every 90 days.

This bloody conflict has been going on for much too long. It is doing terrible things to Israelis, to Palestinians. One of the terrible things it is causing is indifference.

Keep faith, trust to love, fight with honor, but fight to win.

The most important job you'll ever have is in the walls of your own home.

Ahimsa was preached to man when he was in full vigor of life and able to look his adversaries straight in the face.

The minute a person whose word means a great deal dares to take the open-hearted and courageous way, many others follow.

The African lions rush to attack bulls; they do not attack butterflies. [Lat., In tauros Libyci ruunt leones; Non sunt papilionibus molesti.]

The here-and-now mountain is a tiny piece of a piece of straw blown off into emptiness.

My wife would probably say I'm the messiest person in the history of husbands.