Freedom is the recognition that no single person, no single authority or government has a monopoly on the truth, but that every individual life is infinitely precious, that every one of us put in this world has been put there for a reason and has something to offer.

Sir, a man may be so much of everything, that he is nothing of anything.

Samuel Johnson

Constant repetition of tongue-twisters was like lifting weights for me, but patience and persistence have paid off.

Nicholas Brendon

Thinkers think and doers do. But until the thinkers do and the doers think, progress will be just another word in the already overburdened vocabulary of the talkers who talk.

Source Unknown

All the evidence shows that God was actually quite a gambler, and the universe is a great casino, where dice are thrown, and roulette wheels spin on every occasion. Over a large number of bets, the odds even out and we can makepredictions; that's why casino owners are so rich. But over a very small number of rolls of the dice, the uncertainty principle is very important.

Stephen Hawking

All the culture war issues will be settled by the court.

Gary Bauer

We are really on top of one another at the moment and I think it is amazing how we stay so close. Maybe that's the test. Why not totally put yourself together, rather than always wonder whether you actually like each other?

Linda McCartney

Cigarettes and coffee: an alcoholic's best friend!

Gerard Way

If fishing is a religion, fly fishing is high church.

Tom Brokaw

The supreme vice is shallowness.

Oscar Wilde

The burden which is well borne becomes light.

Ovid

I wanted to make a movie, because the whole life of the movies appealed to me. You work hard for three or four months, then you don't work at all for a couple of months.

Gregory Hines

If I should die, think only this of me:That there's some corner of a foreign fieldThat is for ever England. There shall beIn that rich earth a richer dust concealed;A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,A body of England's, breathing English air,Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.And think, this heart, all evil shed away,A pulse in the eternal mind, no lessGives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

Rupert Brooke, The Soldier