All those who are around me are the bridge to my success, so they are all important.

A shady business never yields a sunny life.

B. C. Forbes

The organizations of men, like men themselves, seem subject to deafness, near-sightedness, lameness, and involuntary cruelty. We seem tragically unable to help one another, to understand one another.

John Cheever

In fact we put so many things in our mouths we constantly have to be reminded what not to eat. Look at that little package of silicon gel that's inside your sneakers. It says DO NOT EAT for a reason. Somewhere sometime some genius bought a pair of sneakers and said Ooooh look. They give you free mints with the shoes

Morgan Spurlock

Man's unique agony as a species consists in his perpetual conflict between the desire to stand out and the need to blend in.

Sydney J. Harris

I remember opening my dad's closet and there were, like, 40 suits, every color of the rainbow, plaid and winter and summer. He had two jewelry boxes full of watches and lighters and cuff links. And just... he was that guy. He was probably unfulfilled in his life in many ways.

Jon Hamm

Just because everything's different doesn't mean anything's changed.

Irene Porter

The best book, like the best speech, will do it all - make us laugh, think, cry and cheer - preferably in that order.

Madeleine Albright

Small minds are concerned with the extraordinary, great minds with the ordinary.

Blaise Pascal

Nature has made up her mind that what cannot defend itself shall not be defended.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

For economist the real world is often a special case.

Edgar R. Fiedler

For this is what America is all about. It is the uncrossed desert and the unclimbed ridge. It is the star that is not reached and the harvest that is sleeping in the unplowed ground.

Lyndon B. Johnson

On moonlight nights the long, straight street and dirty white walls, nowhere darkened by the shadow of a tree, their peace untroubled by footsteps or a dog's bark, glimmered in the pale recession. The silent city was no more than an assemblage of huge, inert cubes, between which only the mute effigies of great men, carapaced in bronze, with their blank stone or metal faces, conjured up a sorry semblance of what the man had been. In lifeless squares and avenues these tawdry idols lorded it under the lowering sky; stolid monsters that might have personified the rule of immobility imposed on us, or, anyhow, its final aspect, that of a defunct city in which plague, stone, and darkness had effectively silenced every voice.

Albert Camus