Of emotions, of love, of breakup, of love and hate and death and dying, mama, apple pie, and the whole thing. It covers a lot of territory, country music does.

A true friend is one who overlooks your failures and tolerates your successes.

Doug Larson

You have to live the mission... love what you do.

Anne M. Mulcahy

If it were not for the war, this war would suit me down to the ground.

Dorothy L. Sayers

Love poems are always cliche to me but not to the person it's for.

James Dye

Right now, I'm as single as a slice of American cheese.

Nick Cannon

It is through art, and through art only, that we can realize our perfection; through art and art only that we can shield ourselves from the sordid perils of actual existence.

Oscar Wilde

Any fool can criticize, condemn, and complain -- and most fools do.

Dale Carnegie

The comic book world is a tough business.

Shia LaBeouf

Starting out to make money is the greatest mistake in life. Do what you feel you have a flair for doing, and if you are good enough at it, the money will come.

Greer Garson

It only stands to reason that where there's sacrifice, there's someone collecting the sacrificial offerings. Where there's service, there is someone being served. The man who speaks to you of sacrifice is speaking of slaves and masters, and intends to be the master.

Ayn Rand

The deadliest foe of democracy is not autocracy but liberty frenzied.

Otto Herman Kahn

....Then he felt quite ashamed, and hid his head under his wing; for he did not know what to do, he was so happy, and yet not at all proud. He had been persecuted and despised for his ugliness, and now he heard them say he was the most beautiful of all the birds. Even the elder-tree bent down its bows into the water before him, and the sun shone warm and bright. He would never became vain or conceited, and would always remembered how it felt to be despised and teased, and he was very sorry for all the creatures who are so treated merely because they are different from those around them. Then he rustled his feathers, curved his slender neck, and cried joyfully, from the depths of his heart,

Hans Christian Andersen, The Ugl