Do not bite at the bait of pleasure, till you know there is no hook beneath it.

A lobster, when left high and dry among the rock, does not have the sense enough to work his way back to the sea, but waits for the sea to come to him. If it does not come, he remains where he is and dies, although the slightest effort would enable him to reach the waves, which are perhaps within a yard of him. The world is full of human lobsters; people stranded on the rocks of indecision and procrastination, who, instead of putting forth their own energies, are waiting for some grand billow of good fortune to set them afloat.

Orison Swett Marden

Work to survive, survive by consuming, survive to consume: the hellish cycle is complete.

Raoul Vaneigem

Common sense is the foundation of all authorities, of the laws themselves, and of their construction.

Thomas Jefferson

Black as the devil, Hot as hell,Pure as an angel, Sweet as love.

CharlesMaurice de Talleyrand, (o

Every author, however modest, keeps a most outrageous vanity chained like a madman in the padded cell of his breast.

Logan Pearsall Smith

Christianity takes for granted the absence of any self-help and offers a power which is nothing less than the power of God.

A. W. Tozer

Two prisoners whose cells adjoin communicate with each other by knocking on the wall. The wall is the thing which separates them but is also their means of communication. It is the same with us and God. Every separation is a link.

Simone Weil

The camera relieves us of the burden of memory. It surveys us like God, and it surveys for us. Yet no other god has been so cynical, for the camera records in order to forget.

John Berger

Style is something very individual, very personal, and in their own unique way, I believe everyone is stylish.

Salman Khan

Men fear death as children fear to go in the dark and as that natural fear in children is increased by tales, so is the other.

Francis Bacon

There was a small wooden gazebo built out over the water; Isabelle was sitting in it, staring out across the lake. She looked like a princess in a fairy tale, waiting at the top of her tower for someone to ride up and rescue her. Not that traditional princess behavior was like Isabelle at all. Isabelle with her whip and boots and knives would chop anyone who tried to pen her up in a tower into pieces, build a bridge out of the remains, and walk carelessly to freedom, her hair looking fabulous the entire time.

Cassandra Clare

I am a democrat only on principle, not by instinct -- nobody is that. Doubtless some people say they are, but this world is grievously given to lying.

Mark Twain