I want to be a man who serves my family, a man who increases justice in my community. I want to be all of those things, and yet it is just below the surface that I want to strangle somebody when they cut in front of me on the freeway.

Family really meant almost nothing to me for many years but then, to my enormous surprise, when I met my partner James I found myself re-engaging and re-connecting. My mother died in 1977 but I got to know my father as an adult, and he got on well with James. A rapprochement with my whole family followed.

I prefer to heed the wise words of Booker T. Washington: I would permit no man to drag down my soul by making me hate him.

It is man's peculiar duty to love even those who wrong him.

Before dinner men meet with great inequality of understanding.

A President is neither prince nor pope, and I don't seek a window on men's souls. In fact, I yearn for a greater tolerance, an easy-goingness about each other's attitudes and way of life.

Whatever a man might do, whatever misery or heartache your children might give you - and they give you a lot - however much your parents irritate you - it doesn't matter because you love them.

Men exist for each other. Then either improve them, or put up with them.

Men always have their reasons. But the fact is that they always wind up leaving.

Model the qualities that you want your children to show to each other.

Yes, Mother. I can see you are flawed. You have not hidden it. That is your greatest gift to me.

Tolerance implies no lack of commitment to one's own beliefs. Rather it condemns the oppression or persecution of others.