Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything.

Leaders learn by leading, and they learn best by leading in the face of obstacles. As weather shapes mountains, problems shape leaders.

Warren Bennis

You leave home to seek your fortune and, when you get it, you go home and share it with your family.

Anita Baker

That virtue we appreciate is as much ours as another s. We see so much only as we possess.

Henry David Thoreau

Take care of your life and the Lord will take care of your death.

George Whitefield

Winning isn't everything, but losing is nothing.

Red Symons

Syria and Iran have always had a pretty tight relationship, and it looks to me like they just cooked up a press release to put out to sort of restate the obvious. They're both problem countries we know that. And this doesn't change anything.

Mitch McConnell

The Miss America contest is the most perfectly rendered theater in our culture, for it so perfectly captures what we yearn for: a low-class ritual, a polished restatement of vulgarity, that wants to open the door to high-class respectability by way of plain middle-class anxiety and ambition.

Gerald Early

In philosophy equally as in poetry it is the highest and most useful prerogative of genius to produce the strongest impressions of novelty, while it rescues admitted truths from the neglect caused by the very circumstance of their universal admission.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

I have always known what I wanted, and that was beauty... in every form.

Joan Crawford

Parla Come Mangi' --It is a common way to say 'be simple', 'don't try to be rhetorical' literaly: 'speak the way you eat

Elizabeth Gilbert

You are an extremely valuable, worthwhile, significant person even though your present circumstances may have you felling otherwise.

James Newman

Silent companions of the lonely hour,Friends, who can never alter or forsake,Who for inconstant roving have no power,And all neglect, perforce, must calmly take,--Let me return to you; this turmoil endingWhich worldly cares have in my spirit wrought,And, o'er your old familiar pages bending,Refresh my mind with many a tranquil thought:Till, haply meeting there, from time to time,Fancies, the audible echo of my own,'Twill be like hearing in a foreign climeMy native language spoke in friendly tone,And with a sort of welcome I shall dwellOn these, my unripe musings, told so well.

Caroline Norton, To My Books