guileless and without vanity,we were still in love with ourselves then. We felt comfortable in our own skins, enjoyed the news that our senses released to us, admired our dirt, cultivated our scars, and could not comprehend this unworthiness.

My dear sir, it haunted me for the rest of my life.

Peter O'Toole

How does it become a man to behave towards the American government today? I answer, that he cannot without disgrace be associated with it.

Henry David Thoreau

A weak mind is like a microscope, which magnifies trifling things, but cannot receive great ones.

Lord Chesterfield

Where all is but dream, reasoning and arguments are of no use, truth and knowledge nothing.

John Locke

The only thing that ever consoles man for the stupid things he does is the praise he always gives himself for doing them.

Oscar Wilde

If you share a common ancestor with somebody, you're related to them. It doesn't mean that you're going to invite them to the family reunion, but it means that you share DNA.

Henry Louis Gates

As with anything creative, change is inevitable.

Enya

Nothing can add more power to your life than concentrating all your energies on a limited set of targets.

Nido Qubein

It's not a case of 'look at me in my car' it's more, 'look at the car'. I like the idea of other people enjoying them, because everything has become a bit faceless and nobody likes the motor car any more.

Jay Kay

The light of memory, or rather the light that memory lends to things, is the palest light of all. I am not quite sure whether I am dreaming or remembering, whether I have lived my life or dreamed it. Just as dreams do, memory makes me profoundly aware of the unreality, the evanescence of the world, a fleeting image in the moving water.

Eugene Ionesco

With all of you men out there who think that having a thousand different ladies is pretty cool, I have learned in my life I've found out that having one woman a thousand different times is much more satisfying.

Wilt Chamberlain

The magic of purpose and of love in its purest form. Not televison love, with its glare and hollow and sequined glint; not sex and allure, all high shoes and high drama, everything both too small and in too much excess, but just love. Love like rain, like the smell of a tangerine, like a surprise found in your pocket.

Deb Caletti