When we were in the design studio I always was pretending like I was in a closet asking my friend before I step out into the world what do I look like? And everybody wants that honest friend before they go and go to dinner or go to an event.

Doesn't love show its face when it satisfies the need of the loved one, for the loved one's sake alone?

Orson Scott Card

We are here and it is now. Further than that, all human knowledge is moonshine.

H. L. Mencken

The secret of ugliness consists not in irregularity, but in being uninteresting.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Only a government that is rich and safe can afford to be a democracy, for democracy is the most expensive and nefarious kind of government ever heard of on earth.

Mark Twain

To be human is to keep rattling the bars of the cage of existence hollering, What's it for?

Robert Fulghum

A woman is not to marry a man merely because she is asked, or because he is attached to her, and can write a tolerable letter.

Jane Austen

Learning never exhausts the mind.

Leonardo da Vinci

You know, when I was a kid waiting on the bus, I remember that was when I imagined my life. I imagined everything that I was gonna be when I grew up and I imagined all of these amazing journeys and amazing people I'd meet. Of course, all of it has kind of come to fruition.

Glen Hansard

Very often in everyday life one sees that by losing one's temper with someone who has already lost his, one does not gain anything but only sets out upon the path of stupidity. He who has enough self-control to stand firm at the moment when the other person is in a temper, wins in the end. It is not he who has spoken a hundred words aloud who has won; it is he who has perhaps spoken only one word.

Hazrat Inayat Khan

Nonetheless, do I have respect for people who believe in the hereafter? Of course I do. I might add, perhaps even a touch of envy too, because of the solace.

Studs Terkel

He is rich who owes nothing.

Proverb

I lost Susy thirteen years ago; I lost her mother--her incomparable mother!--five and a half years ago; Clara has gone away to live in Europe and now I have lost Jean. How poor I am, who was once so rich! . . . Jean lies yonder, I sit here; we are strangers under our own roof; we kissed hands good-by at this door last night--and it was forever, we never suspecting it. She lies there, and I sit here--writing, busying myself, to keep my heart from breaking. How dazzling the sunshine is flooding the hills around! It is like a mockery. Seventy-four years ago twenty-four days. Seventy-four years old yesterday. Who can estimate my age today?

Mark Twain