Criticism is something we can avoid easily by saying nothing, doing nothing, and being nothing

When you chase a dream, you learn about yourself. You learn your capabilities and limitations, and the value of hard work and persistence.

Nicholas Sparks

It's not about the press. It's not about the notoriety or the celebrity status or anything like that. To me, it's all about driving the race car.

Greg Moore

But in its final creation it was not the part of the Father's power to fail as though exhausted. It was not the part of His wisdom to waver in a needful matter through poverty of counsel.

Giovanni Pico della Mirandola

It is easier to learn to interpret dreams if you have a reason to use them for something constructive. You apply your dream insights to making constructive changes in your life.

Henry Reed

Heart, we will forget him,You and I, tonight!You must forget the warmth he gave,I will forget the light.

Emily Dickinson

To you I'm an atheist to God, I'm the Loyal Opposition.

Woody Allen

If you can't trust people, who can you trust?

Hohn Widdiconbe

You begin saving the world by saving one man at a time; all else is grandiose romanticism or politics.

Charles Bukowski

Stability, insisted the Controller, stability. The primal and the ultimate need. Stability. Hence all this.

Aldous Huxley

There are similarities between absolute power and absolute faith: a demand for absolute obedience, a readiness to attempt the impossible, a bias for simple solutionsto cut the knot rather than unravel it, the viewing of compromise as surrender. Both absolute power and absolute faith are instruments of dehumanization. Hence, absolute faith corrupts as absolutely as absolute power.

Eric Hoffer

I like shows that have some level of intelligence to them. When it's not as predictable, when you don't know what's coming at you.

Mehmet Oz

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