I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.

If you say, I love you, then you have already fallen in love with language, which is already a form of break up and infidelity.

Jean Baudrillard

Socialism proposes no adequate substitute for the motive of enlightened selfishness that to-day is at the basis of all human labor and effort, enterprise and new activity.

William Howard Taft

There are several ways to react to being lost. One is to panic: this was usually Valentina's first impulse. Another is to abandon yourself to lostness, to allow the fact that you've misplaced yourself to change the way you experience the world.

Audrey Niffenegger

His heart was as great as the world, but there was no room in it to hold the memory of a wrong

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Patience means restraining one's inclinations.

Tokugawa Ieyasu

Expect the best. Prepare for the worst. Capitalize on what comes.

Zig Ziglar

Find beauty not only in the thing itself but in the pattern of the shadows, the light and dark which that thing provides.

Junichiro Tanizaki

If you keep your mind sufficiently open, people will throw a lot of rubbish into it.

William A. Orton

Why do I keep thinking of her alluva sudden?! Especially when the only time my face gets red and my heart starts puonding...is when I see him! -Syaoran Li

CLAMP

We are all full of weakness and errors let us mutually pardon each other our follies - it is the first law of nature.

Voltaire

Nick drank the coffee, the coffee according to Hopkins. The coffee was bitter. Nick laughed. It made a good ending to the story. His mind was starting to work. He knew he could choke it because he was tired enough. He spilled the coffee out of the pot and shook the grounds loose into the fire. He lit a cigarette and went inside the tent. He took off his shoes and trousers, sitting on the blankets, rolled the shoes up inside the trousers for a pillow and got in between the blankets.Out through the front of the tent he watched the glow of the fire when the night wind blew on it. It was a quiet night. The swamp was perfectly quiet. Nick stretched under the blanket comfortably. A mosquito hummed close to his ear. Nick sat up and lit a match. The mosquito was on the canvas, over his head. Nick moved the match quickly up to it. The mosquito made a satisfactory hiss in the flame. The match went out. Nick lay down again under the blankets. He turned on his side and shut his eyes. He was sleepy. He felt sleep coming. He curled up under the blanket and went to sleep.

Ernest Hemingway

A riot is a spontaneous outburst. A war is subject to advance planning.

Richard Milhous Nixon