It comes down to the way you treat people. When you treat people with dignity and respect all the time, you can work through anything.

I looked up my family tree and found out I was the sap.

Rodney Dangerfield

All the works of man have their origin in creative fantasy. What right have we then to depreciate imagination.

Carl Gustav Jung

Only the dreamer shall understand realities, though in truth his dreaming must be not out of proportion to his waking.

Margaret Fuller

In every society in human history, including the United States, those in power seek to imbue themselves with the attributes of religion and patriotism as a way of getting greater support for their policy and insulating themselves from any criticism.

George J. Mitchell

We need the kind of leadership exemplified by President Kennedy to just do it! But we must do it as good stewards, aggressively exerting control over the moon. We can best do this by going there.

Wilson Greatbatch

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

She was looking into my eyes with that way she had of looking that made you wonder whether she really saw out of her own eyes. They would look on and on after every one else's eyes in the world would have stopped looking. She looked as though there were nothing on earth she would not look at like that, and really she was afraid of so many things.

Ernest Hemingway

Much Madness is divinest Sense -- to a discerning Eye -- much Sense -- the starkest Madness --

Emily Dickinson

The problem of neurology is to understand man himself.

Wilder Penfield, Foreward to the

If you put enough sheep together you have a herd- a force to be reckoned with.

Maria V. Snyder

Life is a series of diminishments. Each cessation of an activity either from choice or some other variety of infirmity is a death, a putting to final rest. Each loss, of friend or precious enemy, can be equated with the closing off of a room containing blocks of nerves and soon after the closing off the nerves atrophy and that part of oneself, in essence, drops away. The self is lightened, is held on earth by a gram less of mass and will.

Coleman Dowell

Youth does not require reasons for living, it only needs pretexts.

Jos