Art is a revolt against fate. All art is a revolt against man's fate.

Poetry has done enough when it charms, but prose must also convince.

H. L. Mencken

I will know how to hold you just by the look in your eye, I will never forget - not even on the day that I die. This is a promise of my passion for you, smile at me and make it true.

Diana Lynn

The oft-heard comment that Leonardo 's genius managed to transcend the culture of his time is amply justified. But his was not a science-fiction voyage into the future as much as a plunge into the past.

Lucio Russo

It is folly for a man to pray to the gods for that which he has the power to obtain by himself.

Epicurus

I'm looking forward to the future, and feeling grateful for the past.

Mike Rowe

Three o'clock in the morning. The soft April night is looking at my windows and caressingly winking at me with its stars. I can't sleep, I am so happy.

Anton Chekhov

I talk to myself because I like dealing with a better class of people.

Savielly Tartakower

The more things change, the more they are the same.Plus

Alphonse Karr, Les Gu, January,

If there is no meditation, then you are like a blind man in a world of great beauty, light and colour.

Jiddu Krishnamurti

The postmodern reply to the modern consists of recognizing that the past, since it cannot really be destroyed, because its destruction leads to silence, must be revisited: but with irony, not innocently. I think of the postmodern attitude as that of a man who loves a very cultivated woman and knows he cannot say to her, I love you madly, because he knows that she knows (and that she knows that he knows) that these words have already been written by Barbara Cartland. Still, there is a solution. He can say, As Barbara Cartland would put it, I love you madly.

Umberto Eco

Nonconformists travel as a rule in bunches. You rarely find a nonconformist who goes it alone. And woe to him inside a nonconformist clique who does not conform with nonconformity.

Eric Hoffer

We travel, initially, to lose ourselves; and we travel, next to find ourselves. We travel to open our hearts and eyes and learn more about the world than our newspapers will accommodate. We travel to bring what little we can, in our ignorance and knowledge, to those parts of the globe whose riches are differently dispersed. And we travel, in essence, to become young fools again- to slow time down and get taken in, and fall in love once more.

Pico Iyer