I feel sorry sometimes for these sportsmen and women who put in just as much effort as the footballers. For example, athletes train at least as hard as footballers but have to be happy if they can earn enough to finance a decent education.

A woman cannot do the thing she ought, which means whatever perfect thing she can, in life, in art, in science, but she fears to let the perfect action take her part and rest there: she must prove what she can do before she does it, -- prate of woman's rights, of woman's mission, woman's function, till the men (who are prating, too, on their side) cry, A woman's function plainly is... to talk. Poor souls, they are very reasonably vexed!

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I love my fed-ex guy cause he's a drug dealer and he doesn't even know it...and he's always on time.

Mitch Hedberg

I stand before you today because this vision of government as the engine of opportunity is what I believe in.

Eliot Spitzer

But I really like hosting, I think it's a strength of mine. It allows me to improvise, and I love the spontaneity of that, and I think I'm funny behind the desk when interviewing someone.

Garry Shandling

But once in a while you might see me at In and Out Burger they make the best fast food hamburgers around.

Thomas Keller

To love another person is to see the face of God. Les Miserables

Victor Hugo

Truth is what your contemporaries let you get away with.

Richard M. Rorty

We have one life it soon will be past what we do for God is all that will last.

Muhammad Ali

I like starting. It's pretty cool.

Al Leiter

We have as many planes of speech as does a painting planes of perspective which create perspective in a phrase. The most important word stands out most vividly defined in the very foreground of the sound plane. Less important words create a series of deeper planes.

Konstantin Stanislavisky

Agressive music can only shock you once. Afterwards its impact declines. It's inevitable.

Brian Eno

What torments my soul is its loneliness. The more it expands among friends and the daily habits or pleasures, the more, it seems to me, it flees me and retires into its fortress. The poet who lives in solitude, but who produces much, is the one who enjoys those treasures we bear in our bosom, but which forsake us when we give ourselves to others. When one yields oneself completely to one's soul, it opens itself to one, and then it is that the capricious thing allows one the greatest of good fortunes... that of sympathizing with others, of studying itself, of painting itself constantly in its works.

Eugene Delacroix