William Adams (September 24, 1564 - May 16, 1620)
My father taught me to work; he did not teach me to love it.
Most of us are just about as happy as we make up our minds to be.
Faith is a continuation of reason.
As a nation of free men, we must live through all time, or die by suicide.
My own wisdom, and that of all about me seemed insufficient for the day.
How can you look at the Texas legislature and still believe in intelligent design?
(November 01, 1944 - )
It turns out that an eerie type of chaos can lurk just behind a facade of order - and yet, deep inside the chaos lurks an even eerier type of order
Loving all of it even while he had to hate some of it because he knows now that you don't love because: you love despite; not for the virtues, but despite the faults.