The devil's name is dullness.

All modern philosophizing is political, policed by governments, churches, academics, custom, fashion, and human cowardice, all off which limit it to a fake learnedness.

Friedrich Nietzsche

The place of justice is a hallowed place.

Francis Bacon

Those laws, being forged for universal application, are in perpetual conflict with personal interest, just as personal interest is always in contradiction with the general interest. Good for society, our laws are very bad for the individuals whereof it is composed; for, if they one time protect the individual, they hinder, trouble, fetter him for three quarters of his life.

Marquis de Sade

Humor is one of the best ingredients of survival.

Aung San Suu Kyi

If you have not chosen me by secret ballot, neither have I gained office by any secret promises. I have not campaigned either for the Presidency or the Vice Presidency. I have not subscribed to any partisan platform. I am indebted to no man, and only to one womanmy dear wifeas I begin this very difficult job.

Gerald R. Ford

I'd like to think that I'm brave. That's a really wonderful personality trait to have. I would love to think I'm the type of person to go rescue someone.

Rosie Huntington-Whiteley

Brave men rejoice in adversity, just as brave soldiers triumph in war.

Seneca (Seneca the Elder)

Always do right - It will please many people, and amaze the rest.

Mark Twain

As long as you understand that you find happiness through family, friends and love, then money is just a nice bonus.

Ioan Gruffudd

The best thing you can do for someone is make them a beautiful plate of food. How else can you invade someone's body without actually touching them?

Padma Lakshmi

Well, I'm using a cane, so what? So what if they shot me sitting in a wheelchair? That's life!

Dick Clark

In North Carolina, I stopped to gas up at a Humble Oil station, then walked around the corner to use the toilet. There were two doors and three signs. MEN was neatly stenciled over one door, LADIES over the other. The third sign was an arrow on a stick. It pointed toward the brush-covered slope behind the station. It said COLORED. Curious, I walked down the path, being careful to sidle at a couple of points where the oily, green-shading-to-maroon leaves of poison ivy were unmistakable... There was no facility. What I found at the end of the path was a narrow stream with a board laid across it on a couple of crumbling concrete posts... If I ever give you the idea that 1958's all Andy-n-Opie, remember the path, okay? The one lined with poison ivy. And the board over the stream.

Stephen King