In my childhood, America was like a religion. Then, real-life Americans abruptly entered my life - in jeeps - and upset all my dreams.

The State legislatures should be immediately urged to relinquish the right of establishing banks of discount. Most of them will comply, on patriotic principles, under the convictions of the moment; and the non-complying may be crowded into concurrence by legitimate devices.

Thomas Jefferson

I remember when I was in school, they would ask, What are you going to be when you grow up? and then you'd have to draw a picture of it. I drew a picture of myself as a bride.

Gwen Stefani

There can never be any real opposition between religion and science; for the one is the complement of the other. Every serious and reflective person realizes, I think, that the religious element in his nature must be recognized and cultivated if all the powers of the human soul are to act together in perfect balance and harmony. And indeed it was not by accident that the greatest thinkers of all ages were deeply religious souls

Max Planck

Color has taken possession of me; no longer do I have to chase after it. I know that it has hold of me forever... Color and I are one. I am a painter.

Paul Klee

Love is like a good cake; you never know when it's coming, but you'd better eat it when it does!

C. JoyBell C.

Nakedness reveals itself. Nudity is placed on display. The nude is condemned to never being naked. Nudity is a form of dress.

John Berger

I owe a lot to my dad, just for having provided the wrestling business for us to get into.

Owen Hart

We make our fortunes and we call them fate.

Benjamin Disraeli

There comes a time when the mind takes a higher plane of knowledge but can never prove how it got there.

Albert Einstein

To generalize on women is dangerous. To specialize on them is infinitely worse.

Rudolph Valentino

Wo wei ni xie de, he said, as he raised the violin to his left shoulder, tucking it under his chin. He had told her many violinists used a shoulder rest, but he did not: there was a slight mark on the side of his throat, like a permanent bruise, where the violin rested. You made something for me? Tessa asked.I wrote something for you, he corrected, with a smile, and began to play.

Cassandra Clare

Every choice you make has an end result.

Zig Ziglar