Everything changes with time. You can't predict where you're gonna be next year; you have no idea, you know what I mean?
The world needs anger. The world often continues to allow evil because it isn't angry enough.
Bede Jarrett, The House of Gold
I have always been amazed at the way an ordinary observer lends so much more credence and attaches so much more importance to waking events than to those occurring in dreams.... Man...is above all the plaything of his memory.
Andre Breton, Surrealist Manifes
Exuberance is beauty.
William Blake
A woman's love is strange and cruel and nearly always clear-sighted, love that sees is always horrible love, and she knew walking away was right and so she walked, dismissing the cries as only another part of the boy's development, like smiles from gas or scraped knees.
Stephen King
One of the proud joys of the man of letters --if that man of letters is an artist is to feel within himself the power to immortalize at will anything he chooses to immortalize. Insignificant though he may be, he is conscious of possessing a creative divinity. God creates lives; the man of imagination creates fictional lives which may make a profound and as it were more living impression on the world's memory.
Edmond de Goncourt
Freedom is never more than one generation away from extinction. We didn't pass it to our children in the bloodstream. It must be fought for, protected, and handed on for them to do the same.
Ronald Reagan
As we celebrate Women's History Month this March, it's important to remember the key role women have played in promoting a better understanding and relationships between our country and the rest of the world.
Elaine Chao
Honesty is the first chapter of the book wisdom.
Thomas Jefferson
No one can be a replacement for another person. That is why, farewells are always difficult.
Matsuri Hino
...the story of a man who saw three fellows laying bricks at a new building:He approached the first and asked, What are you doing?Clearly irritated, the first man responded, What the heck do you think I'm doing? I'm laying these darn bricks!He then walked over to the second bricklayer and asked the same question.The second fellow responded, Oh, I'm making a living.He approached the third bricklayer with the same question, What are you doing?The third looked up, smiled and said, I'm building a cathedral.At the end of the day, who feels better about how he's spent his last eight hours?
Joan Borysenko
The thing is to become a master and in your old age to acquire the courage to do what children did when they knew nothing.
Ernest Hemingway
Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul.
Henry Ward Beecher
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