I always enjoyed politics. I worked at the White House recently, primarily for the First Lady. Because of my experience running my travel agency, I was in charge of the files she kept on the Travel Office.

If you have only one passion in life - football - and you pursue it to the exclusion of everything else, it becomes very dangerous. When you stop doing this activity it is as though you are dying. The death of that activity is a death in itself.

Eric Cantona

Long after the bomb falls and you and your good deeds are gone, cockroaches will still be here, prowling the streets like armored cars.

Tama Janowitz

Leisure is a beautiful garment, but it will not do for constant wear.

Source Unknown

Love for all means coldness to something or someone. Even Jesus, let us recall, was unnecessarily rude to his mother at Cana.

Camille Paglia

Sometimes I have a terrible feeling that I am dying not from the virus, but from being untouchable.

Amanda Heggs

What you leave behind is not what is engraved in stone monuments, but what is woven into the lives of others.

Pericles

I wanted to achieve something essential in life, something that is not measured by money or position in society. The mountains are not stadiums where I satisfy my ambitions to achieve. They are my cathedrals, the houses of my religion. In the mountains I attempt to understand my life. They are the way I practice my religion. In the mountains I celebrate creation, on each journey I am reborn.

Anatoli Boukreev

How I like the boldness of the English, how I like the people who say what they think!

Voltaire (FrançoisMarie Arouet)

If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if the simplest things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive.

Eleanora Duse

Prose is architecture and the Baroque age is over.

Ernest Hemingway

;now that one was mature then, said Peter, one could watch, one could understand, and one did not lose the power of feeling, he said. No, that is true, said Sally. She felt more deeply, more passionately, every year. It increased, he said, alas, perhaps, but one should be glad of it-- it went on increasing in his experience.

Virginia Woolf

What I carry in my heart Brings us so close or so far apart Only love can make love.

Peter Gabriel