The bounties of space, of infinite outwardness, were three: empty heroics, low comedy, and pointless death.

Luck is not the hand of God.... Luck is the way the wind swirls and the dust settles eons after God has passed by.

The hopes and fears of all our years are here with us tonight.

Everything that ever has been always will be, and everything that ever will be always has been.

love is a hawk with velvet claws love is a rock with heart and veins love is a lion with satin jaws love is a storm with silken reins

Puny man can do nothing at all to help or please God Almighty, and Luck is not the hand of God.

Future generations will look back on TV as the lead in the water pipes that slowly drove the Romans mad.