The bank of love is never bankrupt.

The quality of life, which in the ardor of spring was personal and sexual, becomes social in midsummer

Henry Beston

Driving a cab is not really a nurturing type of relationship. You take people and they tip you, they may not tip you, you don't know their names, they don't care about you, you don't care about them.

Pam Grier

I place no hope in my strength, nor in my works: but all my confidence is in God my protector, who never abandons those who have put all their hope and thought in him.

Francois Rabelais

I have no idea how to get in touch with anyone anymore. Everyone, it seems, has a home phone, a cell phone, a regular e-mail account, a Facebook account, a Twitter account, and a Web site. Some of them also have a Google Voice number. There are the sentimental few who still have fax machines.

Susan Orlean

If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.

Rudyard Kipling

You see, God helps only people who work hard. That principle is very clear.

A. P. J. Abdul Kalam

That's the thing about suicide. Try as you might to remember how a person lived his life, you always end up thinking about how he ended it.

Anderson Cooper

If you want a golden rule that will fit everything, this is it: Have nothing in your houses that you do not know to be useful or believe to be beautiful.

William Morris

Once boys' and men's challenges are clear, the question 'why now' quickly becomes 'why didn't we see this sooner?' The answer? Virtually every society that survived did so by socializing its sons to be disposable.

Warren Farrell

I wish that all of nature's magnificence, the emotion of the land, the living energy of place could be photographed.

Annie Leibovitz

Bad attitudes will ruin your team.

Terry Bradshaw

If a person were to try stripping the disguises from actors while they play a scene upon stage, showing to the audience their real looks and the faces they were born with, would not such a one spoil the whole play ? And would not the spectators think he deserved to be driven out of the theatre with brickbats, as a drunken disturber ?... Now what else is the whole life of mortals but a sort of comedy, in which the various actors, disguised by various costumes and masks, walk on and play each one his part, until the manager waves them off the stage ? Moreover, this manager frequently bids the same actor to go back in a different costume, so that he who has but lately played the king in scarlet now acts the flunkey in patched clothes. Thus all things are presented by shadows.

Desiderius Erasmus, The Praise o