I think every chef not just in America but across the world has a double-edged sword - two jackets one that's driven a self-confessed perfectionist thoroughbred hate incompetence and switch off the stove take off the jacket and become a family man.

If he have faith the believer cannot be restrained. He betrays himself. He breaks out. He confesses and teaches this gospel to the people at the risk of life itself.

Faith never makes a confession.

I confess that for fifteen years my efforts in education and my hopes of success in establishing a system of national education have always been associated with the idea of coupling the education of this country with the religious communities which exist.

Men never cling to their dreams with such tenacity as at the moment when they are losing faith in them and know it but do not dare yet to confess it to themselves.

In the course of my life I have often had to eat my words and I must confess that I have always found it a wholesome diet.

Hearing nuns' confessions is like being stoned to death with popcorn.

The sea - this truth must be confessed - has no generosity. No display of manly qualities - courage hardihood endurance faithfulness - has ever been known to touch its irresponsible consciousness of power.

Sadly we do a much better job of making people feel guilty than we do of delivering them from the guilt we create. We need to confess this and change our ways.

One of the most beautiful passages of Rousseau is that in the sixth book of Confessions where he describes the awakening in him of the literary sense. Of such wisdom the poetic passion the desire of beauty the love of art for its own sake has most.