I felt the unfairness of it, the inarguable injustice of loving someone who might have loved you back but can't due to deadness.

I'm happiest with my family around me.

Amy Winehouse

The freedom of each individual can only be the freedom of all.

Friedrich Durrenmatt

Happiness is a sunbeam which may pass through a thousand bosoms without losing a particle of its original ray nay, when it strikes on a kindred heart, like the converged light on a mirror, it reflects itself with redoubled brightness. It is not perfected till it is shared.

Jane Porter

Finance is the art of passing currency from hand to hand until it finally disappears.

Robert W. Sarnoff

Everyone needs a certain amount of money. Beyond that, we pursue money because we know how to obtain it. We don't necessarily know how to obtain happiness.

Gregg Easterbrook

I hope I live long enough to see every hungry school child in the world being fed under the so-called McGovern-Dole program.

George McGovern

Oh Time! the beautifier of the dead, adorer of the ruin, comforter and only healer when the heart hath bled... Time, the avenger!

Lord (George Gordon) Byron

Justice is the truth in action.

Joseph Joubert

Never run into debt, not if you can find anything else to run into.

Josh Billings

Strictly speaking, there is but one real evil: I mean acute pain. All other complaints are so considerably diminished by time that it is plain the grief is owing to our passion, since the sensation of it vanishes when that is over.

Mary Wortley Montagu

Rome was mud and smoky skies; the rank smell of the Tiber and the exotically spiced cooking fires of a hundred different nationalities. Rome was white marble and gilding and heady perfumes; the blare of trumpets and the shrieking of market-women and the eternal, sub-aural hum of more people, speaking more languages than Gaius had ever imagined existed, crammed together on seven hills whose contours had long ago disappeared beneath this encrustation if humanity. Rome was the pulsing heart of the world.

Marion Zimmer Bradley

Poetry consists in a rhyming dictionary and things seen.

Gertrude Stein