Machines take me by surprise with great frequency.

We just fundamentally forgot that people want to vote for something positive. They want to be shown what the good life for them personally looks like.

I feel as if I were a piece in a game of chess, when my opponent says of it: That piece cannot be moved.

You don't want to pigeonhole yourself.

I remember talking to comedian Jimmy Pardo about his experience waiting to hear about his own pilot, and we both agreed on one thing: When you can't control your showbiz fate, you can at least control the amount of ice cream you're eating. And if you're like us, it was a lot.

We make our plans, but God directs our steps.

Sometimes luck put a man in the right place at the right time. Sometimes, a good friend. But more often than not, Daniel mused, it was the providence of God and His never-ending grace.

It was the breeze that made her look up, a change in the texture of the unseen, a change in the texture of her heart. She was ready. Charlotte moved with firm footing around a stand of beech trees and onto a moonbeam path. A pearly, full moon glowed over Red Mountain, burning back the curtains of night.

You let him figure the outcome. We make our plans, but God directs our steps.

Men achieve a certain greatness unawares, when working to another aim.

America is another name for opportunity. Our whole history appears like a last effort of divine providence on behalf of the human race.

Every ship that comes to America got its chart from Columbus.