What is the body? That shadow of a shadow of your love, that somehow contains the entire universe.

Most people spend more time and energy going around problems than in trying to solve them.

Henry Ford

Feedback is the breakfast of champions.

Ken Blanchard

All the marvels of science and the gains of culture belong to the nation as a whole, and never again will man's brain and human genius be used for oppression and exploitation.

Vladimir Lenin

Sex at age 90 is like trying to shoot pool with a rope.

George Burns

Men like women who write. Even though they don't say so. A writer is a foreign country.

Marguerite Duras

I come from Montana, and in eastern Montana we have a lot of dirt between light bulbs. It is expensive trying to bring the new technologies to smaller schools to upgrade their technologies to take advantage of distance learning.

Conrad Burns

The junk-bond era has also spawned something that calls itself New Historicism. This seems to be a refuge for English majors without critical talent or broad learning in history or political science. To practice it, you must apparently lack all historical sense.

Camille Paglia

I love cooking. It's one of my favorite things to do. To share my parents' recipes that I grew up with is just something very special to me.

Lance Bass

I can feel the wind go by when I run. It feels good. It feels fast.

Evelyn Ashford

We need to reclaim our American system of limited government, low taxes, reasonable regulations, and sound money, which has blessed us with unprecedented prosperity. And it has done more to help the poor than any other economic system ever designed.

Paul Ryan

Happiness radiates like the fragrance from a flower, and draws all good things toward you. Allow your love to nourish yourself as well as others. Do not strain after the needs of life. It is sufficient to be quietly alert and aware of them. In this way life proceeds more naturally and effortlessly. Life is here to Enjoy!

Maharishi Mahesh Yogi

She told herself that she longed greatly to go back to those dear merry days when life was seen through a rosy mist of hope and illusion, and possessed an indefinable something that had passed away forever. Where was it now--the glory and the dream?

L.M. Montgomery