If governments let themselves be fully bound by the decisions of their parliaments without protecting their own freedom to act, a breakup of Europe would be a more probable outcome than deeper integration.

Someday, after mastering the winds, the waves, the tides and gravity, we shall harness for God the energies of love, and then, for a second time in the history of the world, man will have discovered fire.

Pierre Teilhard de Chardin

This is an evening of wonders, indeed!

Jane Austen

There is a destiny that makes us brothers, No one goes his way alone; All that we send into the lives of others, Comes back into our own.

Edwin Markham

Men use thought only to justify their wrong doings, and speech only to conceal their thoughts.

Voltaire

Rams wrapped in thermogene beget no lambs.

Aldous Huxley

The lower animals, like man, manifestly feel pleasure and pain, happiness and misery. Happiness is never better exhibited than by young animals, such as puppies, kittens, lambs, &c., when playing together, like our own children. Even insects play together, as has been described by that excellent observer, P. Huber, who saw ants chasing and pretending to bite each other, like so many puppies.

Charles Darwin, Descent of Man,

Keep every promise you make and only make promises you can keep.

Anthony Hitt

What you say of the pride of giving life to an immortal soul is very fine dear, but I own I cannot enter into that: I think much more of our being like a cow or a dog at such moments: when our poor nature becomes so very animal and unecstatic

Queen Victoria

He who drinks a glass a day shall live to die another way.

Stanlicus

But I don't have a very good track record with royalty. My dress fell off in front of Prince Charles at the Prince's Trust, so I'm just living up to my reputation.

Kate Bush

Dost thou love life? Then do not squander time, for that is the stuff life is made of.

Benjamin Franklin

Now I am going to reveal to you something which is very pure, a totally white thought. It is always in my heart; it blooms at each of my steps... The Dance is love, it is only love, it alone, and that is enough... I, then, it is amorously that I dance: to poems, to music but now I would like to no longer dance to anything but the rhythm of my soul.

Isadora Duncan