Better a little which is well done, than a great deal imperfectly.

Scandal dies sooner of itself, than we could kill it.

Benjamin Rush

Every gift which is given, even though it be small, is in reality great, if it is given with affection.

Pindar

I always wanted to work with Michael Jackson. His music will live forever and with technology nowadays... maybe I could.

Jordin Sparks

Happiness is the absence of the striving for happiness.

Chuang Tzu

I'm thrilled, I'm grateful, I'm blessed. I played for the world's greatest professional sports team in history. Once a Dallas Cowboy, always a Dallas Cowboy.

Bob Hayes

Luck is not something you can mention in the presence of self-made men.

E. B. White

We should expect the best and the worst of mankind, as from the weather.

Marquis De Vauvenargues

I don't think any other holiday embraces the food of the Midwest quite like Thanksgiving. There's roasted meat and mashed potatoes. But being here is also about heritage. Cleveland is really a giant melting pot - not only is my family a melting pot, but so is the city.

Michael Symon

Nick drank the coffee, the coffee according to Hopkins. The coffee was bitter. Nick laughed. It made a good ending to the story. His mind was starting to work. He knew he could choke it because he was tired enough. He spilled the coffee out of the pot and shook the grounds loose into the fire. He lit a cigarette and went inside the tent. He took off his shoes and trousers, sitting on the blankets, rolled the shoes up inside the trousers for a pillow and got in between the blankets.Out through the front of the tent he watched the glow of the fire when the night wind blew on it. It was a quiet night. The swamp was perfectly quiet. Nick stretched under the blanket comfortably. A mosquito hummed close to his ear. Nick sat up and lit a match. The mosquito was on the canvas, over his head. Nick moved the match quickly up to it. The mosquito made a satisfactory hiss in the flame. The match went out. Nick lay down again under the blankets. He turned on his side and shut his eyes. He was sleepy. He felt sleep coming. He curled up under the blanket and went to sleep.

Ernest Hemingway

I travel a lot I hate having my life disrupted by routine.

Caskie Stinnett

I like outgoing girls with a lovely smile and beautiful eyes.

Corbin Bleu

When I was ten, I read fairy tales in secret and would have been ashamed if I had been found doing so. Now that I am fifty, I read them openly. When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up.

C.S. Lewis