I think uncertainty is good for things. Certainty breeds complacency and complacency means that you just sit somewhere in your nice little comfortable suburban house in Michigan, looking at CNN and saying, "Oh, those poor immigrant children that are all coming across the border. But we really can't have them here - that isn't what God wants. Let's send them all back to the drug cartels." There's a complacency to it.

Sometimes human places, create inhuman monsters.

Shall there be truth between us, as two men? Not as friends, but as enemies and equals?

What we like to think of ourselves and what we really are rarely have much in common.

Battles that last five minutes spawn legends that live a thousand years.

I have to remind myself that some birds aren’t meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright.

A broken spoon may be a fork in disguise.