I have a very dark sense of humor.

Grief for a dead Wife, and a troublesome Guest, Continues to the threshold, and there is at rest; But I mean such wives as are none of the best

Benjamin Franklin

I'll figure out how to be truer: to let people go if they need to be let go of, and to hold on tight if that's what's called for. I will pay attention, so I can cross each human heart that comes across my path, cross it as true as I can.

Laura Pritchett

There is not a truth existing which I fear or would wish unknown to the whole world.

Thomas Jefferson

This is an inquisitive age, and if we insist on piling up beyond a certain height knowledge which is in itself mere trash and lumber to a man whose life is to be one long fight with death and disease, there will be some sharp questions asked by and by.

Oliver Wendell Holmes, Scholasti

Some days we lose all at once and somedays we get all back at once. But either way,Accept it.

Diarian Hersi

The function of education is to teach one to think intensively and to think critically. Intelligence plus character - that is the goal of true education.

Martin Luther King, Jr.

You don't have freedom because you are a hyphenated American you have freedom because you are an individual, and that should be protected.

Ron Paul

Failure is when you give up. A real winner is someone that doesn't give up, even when it feels like they are losing.

Joshua Hartzell

An insincere and evil friend is more to be feared than a wild beast a wild beast may wound your body, but an evil friend will wound your mind.

Buddha

The tears of the world are a constant quality. For each one who begins to weep, somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh.

Samuel Beckett

The countenances of children, like those of animals, are masks, not faces, for they have not yet developed a significant profile of their own.

W. H. Auden

It is still news to her that passioncould steer her wrongthough she went down, a thousand timesstrung outacross railroad tracks, off bridgesunder cars, or stiffglass bottle still in hand, hair softon greasy pillows, still it isnews she cannot follow love (hisburning footsteps in blue crystalsnow)

Diane di Prima