I'm always diplomatic when heavily outnumbered by armed strangers.

Many are the marvels of God's Creation, but none so marvelous as man. Or so cunning, for good and ill.

Because those events are so real that they cast their shadow forward and backwards through all time, whenever men think of these matters at all. Even if they are mired in ignorace, they will see...fragments of the Truth, as men imprisoned in a cave see shadows cast by the sun. Likewise, all men derive their moral intuitions from God; how not? There is no other source, just as there is no other way to make a wheel than to make it round.

You can learn by listening, or by getting whacked between the eyes with a two-by-four. I always found listening easier.

Sacredness grew like a pearl, sometimes around the most unlikely bits of grit.

Words mean what they're generally believed to mean. When Charles II saw Christopher Wren's St. Paul's Cathedral for the first time, he called it "awful, pompous, and artificial." Meaning roughly: Awesome, majestic, and ingenious.

A fighter should not think only of his shete, just because he has a shete in his hand. Everything is a weapon in the warrior's mind.