'The Christmas Song,' by Nat King Cole, is not only a masterful performance to me it just sounds like the holidays. I've never sung it, because Nat's version is so perfect. I gotta leave it alone.

I challenge you to show me where the saloon has ever helped business, education, church, morals or anything we hold dear.

Billy Sunday

The amazing fact is that America is founded on a document. It's a work in progress. It can be tested by each generation.

Christopher Hitchens

A lawyer I once knew told me of a strange case, a suffragette who had never married. After her death, he opened her trunk and discovered 50 wedding gowns.

Marguerite Young

Self-will so ardent and active that it will break a world to pieces to make a stool to sit on.

Richard Cecil

I grew up in a small town in Illinois, and my dad was a basketball coach. Thanks to him, I have excellent fundamentals in both basketball and baseball.

Nick Offerman

Today is yours to shape. Create a masterpiece!

Steve Maraboli

The Berlin Wall wasn't the only barrier to fall after the collapse of the Soviet Union and the end of the Cold War. Traditional barriers to the flow of money, trade, people and ideas also fell.

Fareed Zakaria

I believe I went through a divorce. My relationship with Ellen is no less significant as a marriage than my relationship to Coley.

Anne Heche

There were two things going on: 1) I had already established in my own mind where I wanted to go with the next series, and having James around as a Grey Eminence would have complicated matters. He had had an amazing life and it was time to bid him good-bye.

Raymond E. Feist

They all dreamt of each other that night, as was natural, considering how thin the partitions were between them, and how strangely they had been lifted off the earth to sit next each other in mid-ocean, and see every detail of each others' faces, and hear whatever they chanced to say.

Virginia Woolf

In every author let us distinguish the man from his works.

Voltaire

The city overwhelmed our expectations. The Kiplingesque grandeur of Waterloo Station, the Eliotic despondency of the brick row in Chelsea

John Updike, On London, in, "New