The greed of gain has no time or limit to its capaciousness. Its one object is to produce and consume. It has pity neither for beautiful nature nor for living human beings. It is ruthlessly ready without a moment's hesitation to crush beauty and life out of them, molding them into money.

Fail faster, try again sooner.

Anonymous

In great contests each party claims to act in accordance with the will of God. Both may be, and one must be wrong. God cannot be for, and against the same thing at the same time.

Abraham Lincoln

The ability to get to the verge without getting into the war is the necessary art. If you try to run away from it, if you are scared to go to the brink, you are lost.

John Foster Dulles

Remember your name. Do not lose hope ---what you seek will be found.

Neil Gaiman

There are those who give with joy, and that joy is their reward.

Kahlil Gibran

His money is twice tainted: taint yours and taint mine.

Mark Twain

Traditional science assumes, for the most part, that an objective observer independent reality exists the universe, stars, galaxies, sun, moon and earth would still be there if no one was looking.

Deepak Chopra

Some negroes lie, some are immoral, some negro men are not be trusted around women - black and white. But this is a truth that applies to the human race and to no particular race of men.

Harper Lee

In the end, everything is a gag.

Charlie Chaplin

Man is the individualised expression or reflection of God imaged forth and made manifest in bodily form. How is it, then, I hear it asked, that man has the limitations that he has, that he is subject to fears and forebodings, that he is liable to sin and error, that he is the victim of disease and suffering? There is but one reason. He is not living, except in rare cases here and there, in the conscious realisation of his own true Being, and hence of his own true Self.http://website.lineone.net/~ralphtrine/gtekinx.htm

Ralph Waldo Trine, The Greatest

She had had sweet dreams, which possibly arose from teh fact that her little bed was very white.

Victor Hugo

How much do I love that noble man More than I could tell with words I fear though he'll remain alone With a holy halo of his own.

Albert Einstein