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Doubt is uncomfortable, certainty is ridiculous.

Voltaire (FrançoisMarie Arouet)

I only feel like myself when I am alone.

Peter Cameron

It shows how dangerous it is to be too good

George Bernard Shaw

Life -- how curious is that habit that makes us think it is not here, but elsewhere.

V. S. Pritchett

Things are seldom what they seem.

W. S. Gilbert

What we perceive about ourselves is greatly a reflection of how we will end up living our lives.

Stephen Richards

Bridges are built not to cross over it but it is built to lift you to the other side safely.

Edwin Lawrence

Oh you is a bad elf, Dobby!

J.K. Rowling

From the beginning, she had sat looking at him fixedly. As he now leaned back in his chair, and bent his deep-set eyes upon her in his turn, perhaps he might have seen one wavering moment in her, when she was impelled to throw herself upon his breast, and give him the pent-up confidences of her heart. But, to see it, he must have overleaped at a bound the artificial barriers he had for many years been erecting, between himself and all those subtle essences of humanity which will elude the utmost cunning of algebra until the last trumpet ever to be sounded shall blow even algebra to wreck. The barriers were too many and too high for such a leap. With his unbending, utilitarian, matter-of-fact face, he hardened her again; and the moment shot away into the plumbless depths of the past, to mingle with all the lost opportunities that are drowned there.

Charles Dickens

When you procrastinate you become a slave to yesterday.

Stephen McCranie

There are a lot of movies I've done that come and go, and don't really establish a growing fan base.

Seann William Scott

Earth gets its price for what Earth gives us;The beggar is taxed for a corner to die in,The priest hath his fee who comes and shrives us,We bargain for the graves we lie in;At the Devils booth are all things sold,Each ounce of dross costs its ounce of gold;For a cap and bells our lives we pay,Bubbles we buy with a whole souls tasking:T'is heaven alone that is given away,T'is only God may be had for the asking;No price is set on the lavish summer;June may be had by the poorest comer.And what is so rare as a day in June?Then, if ever, come perfect days;Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune,And over it softly her warm ear lays:Whether we look, or whether we listen,We hear life murmur, or see it glisten.

James Russell Lowell