It's about time we all faced up to the truth. If we accept the radical homosexual agenda be it in the military or in marriage or in other areas of our lives we are utterly destroying the concept of family.

A woman has two smiles that an angel might envy the smile that accepts a lover before words are uttered and the smile that lights on the first born babe and assures it of a mother's love.

I love that feeling of being in love the effect of having butterflies when you wake up in the morning. That is special.

All science requires mathematics. The knowledge of mathematical things is almost innate in us. This is the easiest of sciences a fact which is obvious in that no one's brain rejects it for laymen and people who are utterly illiterate know how to count and reckon.

It is not difficult for me to have this faith for it is incontrovertible that where there is a plan there is intelligence - an orderly unfolding universe testifies to the truth of the most majestic statement ever uttered - 'In the beginning God.'

My imagination my ability to understand the way love and people grow over time how passion can surprise and renew utterly failed me.

Uttering a word is like striking a note on the keyboard of the imagination.

To my utter despair I have discovered and discover every day anew that there is in the masses no revolutionary idea or hope or passion.

I like to feel the butterflies in the stomach I like to go home and have a restless night and wonder how I'm going to be able to accomplish this feat get jittery. That hunger and those butterflies in the stomach are very essential for all creative people.

Like your home's closets your financial clutter needs an overhaul every now and again and the payoff will go far beyond the psychic satisfaction of neatening up.

I am told that the first comprehensible word I uttered as a child was 'home.'

When a small child I thought that success spelled happiness. I was wrong happiness is like a butterfly which appears and delights us for one brief moment but soon flits away.

And one who is just of his own free will shall not lack for happiness and he will never come to utter ruin.

Money is human happiness in the abstract he then who is no longer capable of enjoying human happiness in the concrete devotes himself utterly to money.

Happiness is a butterfly which when pursued is always just beyond your grasp but which if you will sit down quietly may alight upon you.

Poets utter great and wise things which they do not themselves understand.

Whatever words we utter should be chosen with care for people will hear them and be influenced by them for good or ill.

Sometimes I do get to places just when God's ready to have somebody click the shutter.

God sometimes does try to the uttermost those whom he wishes to bless.

God is an unutterable sigh planted in the depths of the soul.

In the world at large people are rewarded or punished in ways that are often utterly random. In the garden cause and effect labor and reward are re-coupled. Gardening makes sense in a senseless world. By extension then the more gardens in the world the more justice the more sense is created.

What's a butterfly garden without butterflies?

Such is the miraculous nature of the future of exiles: what is first uttered in the impotence of an overheated apartment becomes the fate of nations.

I really don't know what makes a comedian. I think it's a family background and environment. Yet if you put the same ingredients in another person he may never utter a funny line.