To allow oneself to be carried away by a multitude of conflicting concerns, to surrender to too many demands, to commit to too many projects, to want to help everyone in everything is itself to succumb to the violence of our times. Frenzy destroys our inner capacity for peace. It destroys the fruitfulness of our work, because it kills the root of inner wisdom which makes work fruitful.

I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see.

John Burroughs

Perhaps the most effective way to describe the approach a brand must take is to think of themselves as social cartographers. By that I mean that brands must simultaneously inspire, engage and maintain a series of conversations taking place within certain cultural landscape specific to their business goal.

Simon Mainwaring

My mom is in her mid-60s and has more energy and is more youthful than any human being I know. It's pretty incredible.

Oliver Hudson

I'm watching the Weather Channel more than I've ever watched it. I'm scared to death it's going to rain.

John Elway

It's best to leap into something you know you love. You might change your mind later, but that is the privilege of youth.

Charles Kuralt

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.

Oscar Wilde

If you don't do your part, don't blame God.

Billy Sunday

I love a lot of reggae, but I've never had the opportunity to play with any reggae guys.

Billy Sheehan

Man is a useless passion.

JeanPaul Sartre

If you have a government that is elected, they need to do the hard work - because if they don't, they won't be around the next time the ballot box is open.

King Abdullah II

Art is the desire of a man to express himself, to record the reactions of his personality to the world he lives in.

Amy Lowell

At the end of her life she was aware of heat but not pain. She had time to consider his eyes, eyes of that blue which is the color of the sky at first light of the morning. She had time to think of him on the Drop, riding Rusher flat out with his black hair flying back from his temples and his neckerchief rippling; to see him laughing with an ease and freedom he would never find again in the long life which stretched out for him beyond hers, and it was his laughter she took with her as she went out, fleeing the light and heat in to the silkly, consoling dark, calling to him over and over as she went, calling bird and bear and hare and fish.

Stephen King