It's always the generals with the bloodiest records who are the first to shout what a hell it is. And it's always the war widows who lead the Memorial Day parades.

What is Man? Man is a noisome bacillus whom Our Heavenly Father created because he was disappointed in the monkey.

Mark Twain

I hate the cliche of 'just have fun,' but what I've seen in today's sports, especially with parents, is they put so much pressure on the kids.

Hope Solo

Faith is not a delicate flower which would wither away under the slightest stormy weather

Mahatma Gandhi

Failure is a word that I simply don't accept.

John H. Johnson

We learn by teaching.

Proverb

Beauty is life when life unveils her holy face. But you are life and you are the veil. Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror. But you are eternity and you are the mirror.

Kahlil Gibran

I'm just mystified and fascinated by women, and I'm still single. Hence all of that, and the fact that I celebrate them so much, I understand that I'm unevolved at this exact moment to share my life with one. I wouldn't inflict that upon anyone yet. But, I'm getting closer.

Jeremy Piven

The survival of democracy depends on the ability of large numbers of people to make realistic choices in the light of adequate information.

Aldous Huxley

How frighteningly few are the persons whose death would spoil our appetite and make the world seem empty.

Eric Hoffer

In full view of his television audience, he preached a new religion -- or a new form of Christianity -- based on faith in financial miracles and in a Heaven here on earth with a water slide and luxury hotels. It was a religion of celebrity and showmanship and fun, which made a mockery of all puritanical standards and all canons of good taste. Its standard was excess, and its doctrines were tolerance and freedom from accountability.

Source Unknown

In childhood's pride I said to Thee:O Thou, who mad'st me of Thy breath,Speak, Master, and reveal to meThine inmost laws of life and death.Give me to drink each joy and painWhich Thine eternal hand can mete,For my insatiate soul can drainEarth's utmost bitter, utmost sweet.Spare me no bliss, no pang of strife,Withhold no gift or grief I crave,The intricate lore of love and lifeAnd mystic knowledge of the grave.Lord, Thou didst answer stern and low:Child, I will hearken to thy prayer,And thy unconquered soul shall knowAll passionate rapture and despair.Thou shalt drink deep of joy and fame,And love shall burn thee like a fire,And pain shall cleanse thee like a flame,To purge the dross from thy desire.So shall thy chastened spirit yearnTo seek from its blind prayer release,And spent and pardoned, sue to learnThe simple secret of My peace.I, bending from my sevenfold height,Will teach thee of My quickening grace,Life is a prism of My light,And Death the shadow of My face.

Sarojini Naidu, The Soul's Praye

It's not what you've got, it's what you use that makes a difference.

Zig Ziglar