I am extraordinarily patient, provided I get my own way in the end.

Here lies interred in the eternity of the past, from whence there is no resurrection for the days -- whatever there may be for the dust -- the thirty-third year of an ill-spent life, which, after a lingering disease of many months sank into a lethargy, and expired, January 22d, 1821, A.D. leaving a successor inconsolable for the very loss which occasioned its existence.

Lord (George Gordon) Byron

Experience is a question of instinct about life.

Oscar Wilde

We live between two worlds; we soar in the atmosphere; we creep upon the soil; we have the aspirations of creators and the propensities of quadrupeds. There can be but one explanation of this fact. We are passing from the animal into a higher form, and the drama of this planet is in its second act.

W. Winwood Reade

Love is not a maybe thing, you know when you love someone.

Lauren Conrad

The best things in life are silly.

Scott Adams

I think anger and laughter are very close to each other, when you think about it.

Albert Brooks

A clear conscience is a soft pillow.

Proverb

Sherman made the terrible discovery that men make about their fathers sooner or later... that the man before him was not an aging father but a boy, a boy much like himself, a boy who grew up and had a child of his own and, as best he could, out of a sense of duty and, perhaps love, adopted a role called Being a Father so that his child would have something mythical and infinitely important: a Protector, who would keep a lid on all the chaotic and catastrophic possibilities of life.

Tom Wolfe, The Bonfire of the Va

A pessimist sees the difficulty in every opportunity; an optimist sees the opportunity in every difficulty.

Winston Churchill

Gambling: The sure way of getting nothing for something.

Wilson Mizner

Everyone admits that love is wonderful and necessary, yet no one agrees on just what it is.

Diane Ackerman

Life forms illogical patterns. It is haphazard and full of beauties which I try to catch as they fly by, for who knows whether any of them will ever return?

Margot Fonteyn