There are also two kinds of truths: truth of reasoning and truths of fact. Truths of reasoning are necessary and their opposite is impossible; those of fact are contingent and their opposite is possible.

In every truth, the beneficiaries of a system cannot be expected to destroy it.

A. Philip Randolph

The process of discovering your fearless self is of refinement, not adding. The best way to reconnect with your freedom is to look at the rules you have that govern your freedom.

Steve Maraboli

The only things Mick and I disagree about is the band, the music and what we do.

Keith Richards

I love getting my nails done. My mom's best friend is a manicurist. When I was little, she'd do little paintings on my nails, like flowers.

Miranda Cosgrove

With my new venture, Club Mom, we want to empower moms to feel their value and also build their collective power to make their lives better and easier. We want to bring them together as a community to share experiences and information.

Andrew Shue

While you have a thing it can be taken from you... but when you give it, you have given it. No robber can take it from you. It is yours then for ever when you have given it. It will be yours always. That is to give.

James Joyce

World War II, the atomic bomb, the Cold War, made it hard for Americans to continue their optimism.

Stephen Ambrose

A Code of Honor-never approach a friend's girlfriend or wife with mischief as your goal. There are just too many women in the world to justify that sort of dishonorable behavior. Unless she's really attractive.

Bruce J Freidmen

Like all philosophers, Aristotle gives words the definitions which will be most useful for his own purpose

C.S. Lewis

If I was sad or afraid, I would sit in a corner and sing. If I was happy I would jump into the middle of the room and sing. It was how I expressed my emotions.

Nana Mouskouri

I just love the energy of going into different areas of New York.

Tory Burch

There is a sort of jealousy which needs very little fire; it is hardly a passion, but a blight bred in the cloudy, damp despondency of uneasy egoism.

George Eliot