Truth of a modest sort I can promise you and also sincerity. That complete praiseworthy sincerity which while it delivers one into the hands of one's enemies is as likely as not to embroil one with one's friends.

Rumi who is one of the greatest Persian poets said that the truth was a mirror in the hands of God. It fell and broke into pieces. Everybody took a piece of it and they looked at it and thought they had the truth.

I've worked with many directors good ones and bad ones. So if I have a chance to work the good ones I better put myself in their hands and trust them because that's my big opportunity to be different and to be better than usual.

In spite of the haze of speculation it is still something of a shock to find myself here coming to terms with an enormous trust placed in my hands and with the inevitable sense of inadequacy that goes with that.

When you lie down with a short prayer commit yourself into the hands of your Creator and when you have done so trust Him with yourself as you must do when you are dying.

In your hands or that of any other person so much power would no doubt be dangerous. I am the only man in the world whom it would be safe to trust with it. Remember I am a prophet!

For people to understand me when I travel I speak with my hands.

The good news is that real-world hands-on conservation is alive and well and catching on across the America I travel.

People who have time on their hands will inevitably waste the time of people who have work to do.

A schedule defends from chaos and whim. It is a net for catching days. It is a scaffolding on which a worker can stand and labor with both hands at sections of time.