On Alexander Lukashenko: I wish luck to you and your nation that loves you as the election results we can see testify (as quoted in Results of the official visit of Silvio Berlusconi to Belarus, 1 Dec. 2009, from belarus.by, the official website of the Republic of Belarus

To write well, express yourself like common people, but think like a wise man. Or, think as wise men do, but speak as the common people do.

Aristotle

In dreams and love there are no impossibilities.

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The problem for me, still today, is that I write purely with one dramatic structure and that is the rite of passage. I'm not really skilled in any other. Rock and roll itself can be described as music to accompany the rite of passage.

Pete Townshend

Every reform, however necessary, will by weak minds be carried to an excess, which will itself need reforming.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

But while we all pray for peace, we do not always, as free citizens, support the policies that make for peace or reject those which do not. We want our own kind of peace, brought about in our own way.

Lester B. Pearson

What I cannot love, I overlook. Is that real friendship?

Anais Nin

I have not a particle of confidence in a man who has no redeeming vices.

Mark Twain

She reflected she must be completely besotted with Peter, if his laughter could hallow an aspidistra.

Dorothy L. Sayers

Love is blind -- marriage is the eye-opener.

Pauline Thomason

By virtue of being born to humanity, every human being has a right to the development and fulfillment of his potentialities as a human being.

Ashley Montagu

Real success is being totally indulgent about your own trip. You put your blinders on about the garbage and go full speed ahead.

Betsey Johnson

Beauty is one of the great facts of the world, like sunlight,or springtime, or the reflection in dark waters of that silver shell we call the moon. You have only a few years in which to live really, perfectly, and fully. When your youth goes, your beauty will go with it, and then you will suddenly discover that there are no triumphs left for you...Time is jealous of you, and wars against your lilies and your roses. You will become sallow, and hollow-cheeked, and dull-eyed...Ah! realise your youth while you have it. Don't squander the gold of your days, listening to the tedious, trying to improve the hopeless, or giving away your life to the ignorant, the common, and the vulgar...Live! Live the wonderful life that is in you! Let nothing be lost upon you. Be always searching for new sensations. Be afraid of nothing...The world belongs to you for a season...how tragic it would be if you were wasted. For there is such a little time that your youth will last. The common hillflowers wither, but they blossom again. The laburnum will be as yellow next June as it is now. In a month there will be purple stars on the clematis, and year after year the green night of its leaves will hold its purple stars. But we never get back our youth. The pulse of joy that beats in us at twenty, becomes sluggish. Our limbs fail, our senses rot. We degenerate into hideous puppets, haunted by the memory of the passions of which we were too much afraid, and the exquisite temptations that we had not the courage to yield to...Youth! Youth! There is absolutely nothing in the world but youth.

Oscar Wilde