Every man who is not a monster, a mathematician, or a mad philosopher, is the slave of some woman or other.

A Man who has never lied to a woman has no respect for her feeling.

William Nsubuga

When we are really honest with ourselves we must admit our lives are all that really belong to us. So it is how we use our lives that determines the kind of men we are.

Cesar Chavez

I went to a massage parlor, it was self service.

Rodney Dangerfield

A little learning is not a dangerous thing to one who does not mistake it for a great deal.

William Allen White

Far from the madding crowd

Thomas Gray, Elegy Written in a

The Declaration of Independence was always our vision of who we wanted to be, our ideal of freedom and justice, how we were going to be different, and what the American experiment was going to be about.

Marian Wright Edelman

There are people who can write their memoirs with a reasonable amount of honesty, and there are people who simply cannot take themselves seriously enough. I think I might be the first to admit that the sort of reticence which prevents a man from exploiting his own personality is really an inverted sort of egotism.

Raymond Chandler

Donald and I still really wanted to be together, but I was fighting to keep what we had privately, and once the world gets involved in your life, little by little it breaks it down until you forget what it was in the first place.

Marla Maples

The foundation of our religion is a basis of fact - the fact of the birth, ministry, miracles, death, resurrection by the Evangelists as having actually occurred, within their own personal knowledge.

Simon Greenleaf

Pain is part of the past. There isn't one of us who doesn't still carry childhood wounds. Some are more horrific than others, but no matter how painful your young memories are, there were also glorious moments that kept you alive, or you would not be here today.

Sarah Ban Breathnach

What makes photography a strange invention is that its primary raw materials are light and time.

John Berger

Maybe God created the desert so that man could appreciate the date trees

Paulo Coelho