I know, to banish anger altogether from one's breast is a difficult task. It cannot be achieved through pure personal effort. It can be done only by God's grace.

What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god.

I sometimes think that God in creating man somewhat overestimated his ability.

God is a metaphor for that which transcends all levels of intellectual thought. It's as simple as that.

It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.