I smoke ten to fifteen cigars a day. At my age I have to hold on to something.

Today, computers are almost second nature to most of us.

The most courageous act is still to think for yourself. Aloud.

Accessible design is good design.

It would be nice to design a real briefcase - you open it up and it's your computer but it also stores your books.

If you have four years to complete your college education, do it.

DOS is ugly and interferes with users' experience.

That is not to say that we can relax our readiness to defend ourselves. Our armament must be adequate to the needs, but our faith is not primarily in these machines of defense but in ourselves.

When you look around right now, Nashville is kind of going through another changing of guard you're watching the Martina McBrides and the Faith Hills and all of them that have been the big stars for t...

A retired teacher paid $62,000 towards her pension and nothing, yes nothing, for full family medical, dental and vision coverage over her entire career. What will we pay her? $1.4 million in pension b...

When the world caves inStill my hope will clingTo Your promiseWhere my courage endsLet my heart find strengthIn Your presence

Prayer at its highest is a two-way conversation-and for me the most important part is listening to God's replies.

Coming down life's highwayAt ninety mile an hour I want to slideWith bad brakes and bald tiresInto my final parking space

You may not need to do it all, design it all or direct it all. But when it comes to making things you want to happen to happen you may well have to inspire and drive it all.

I don't play head games... I come from a family that could easily be called Generous to a fault.

Comparison is the thief of joy.

The underlying melody via every rock, plant, animal, sky and star, inside the water, from the dirt, through the light: only love lasts.

Like Cupid,your promiseswere just misses.

I Can See Nothing But The Bottom Sides of Her Shoes, And Then All Became Ample Dark.

Ho! Ho! Ho! To the bottle I goTo heal my heart and drown my woeRain may fall, and wind may blowAnd many miles be still to goBut under a tall tree will I lieAnd let the clouds go sailing by