When we lived in a society where we had large families that lived together, especially in agricultural societies like my grandfather and father grew up in, the result is you always had family around to take care of you.

Man is fallible, but maybe men are less so.

Better is possible. It does not take genius. It takes diligence. It takes moral clarity. It takes ingenuity. And above all, it takes a willingness to try.

We recruit for attitude and train for skill.

When [disease] can't be stopped, that's where we become lost.

This was not guilt: guilt is what you feel when you have done something wrong. What I felt was shame: I was what was wrong.

What is the alternative to understanding the complexity of the world?