Earth provides enough to satisfy every man's needs, but not every man's greed.

He who has conquered doubt and fear has conquered failure.

James Lane Allen

If people would know how little brain is ruling the world, they would die of fear.

Ivo Andric

Frugality may be termed the daughter of Prudence, the sister of Temperance and the parent of Liberty.

Samuel Johnson

Dare to love yourselfas if you were a rainbowwith gold at both ends.

Aberjhani

In addition to this, they already have a fuel cell car on the road in Japan. It is subsidized from within the corporation because they are still at a high cost.

Maurice Strong

The old, subjective, stagnant, indolent and wretched life for woman has gone. She has as many resources as men, as many activities beckon her on. As large possibilities swell and inspire her heart.

Anna Julia Cooper, A Voice from

We are still waging Peloponnesian wars. Our control of the material world and our positive science have grown fantastically. But our very achievements turn against us, making politics more random and wars more bestial.

George Steiner

Silence is better than unmeaning words.

Pythagoras

It is worth remembering that every writer begins with a naively physical notion of what art is. A book for him or her is not an expression or a series of expressions, but literally a volume, a prism with six rectangular sides made of thin sheets of papers which should include a cover, an inside cover, an epigraph in italics, a preface, nine or ten parts with some verses at the beginning, a table of contents, an ex libris with an hourglass and a Latin phrase, a brief list of errata, some blank pages, a colophon and a publication notice: objects that are known to constitute the art of writing.

Jorge Luis Borges, cited in A bi

Being over seventy is like being engaged in a war. All our friends are going or gone and we survive amongst the dead and the dying as on a battlefield.

St. Jerome

To the first class belong the Gospels and Acts to the second, the Epistles to the third, the Revelation.

Philip Schaff

And indeed it was, the arrow still protruding from its wet, grayish skin, humping its body along with incredible speed. A flick of its tail caught the edge of a statue, sending it flying into the dry ornamental pool, where it shattered into dust.By the Angel, it just crushed Sophocles, noted Will. Has no one respect for the classics these days?

Cassandra Clare