For me, the highest level of sexual excitement is in a monogamous relationship.

Hence the soul is nothing intrinsically real, nor is the body either; each of them exists in time only in and through the other. The only element of an individual thing that is intrinsically real is the identity of soul and body.. Furthermore, the soul is not anything that is intrinsically real, since it exists only through its relative opposition to the body.

F.W.J. Schelling, Bruno or On th

My friends and I would get up early and take our horses through the national forest. My mom was very free. It was always 'Out of the house!' There was no watching television on weekends.

Anna Torv

The great rule: If the little bit you have is nothing special in itself, at least find a way of saying it that is a little bit special.

G. C. (Georg Christoph) Lichtenb

I have loved him too much not to hate

Jean Racine

Peace has to be created, in order to be maintained. It will never be achieved by passivity and quietism.

Dorothy Thompson

I think there is one higher office than president and I would call that patriot.

Gary Hart

It will be very generally found that those who will sneer habitually at human nature, and affect to despise it, are among its worst and least pleasant samples

Charles Dickens

And although I have seen nothing but black crows in my life, it doesn't mean that there's no such thing as a white crow. Both for a philosopher and for a scientist it can be important not to reject the possibility of finding a white crow. You might almost say that hunting for 'the white crow' is science's principal task.

Jostein Gaarder

Our dilemma is that we hate change and love it at the same time what we really want is for things to remain the same but get better.

Sydney J. Harris

One of the reasons people hate politics is that truth is rarely a politician's objective. Election and power are.

Cal Thomas

Learning should be a joy and full of excitement. It is life's greatest adventure it is an illustrated excursion into the minds of the noble and the learned.

Taylor Caldwell

You can't remember sex. You can remember the fact of it, and recall the setting, and even the details, but the sex of the sex cannot be remembered, the substantive truth of it, it is by nature self-erasing, you can remember its anatomy and be left with a judgment as to the degree of your liking of it, but whatever it is as a splurge of being, as a loss, as a charge of the conviction of love stopping your heart like your execution, there is no memory of it in the brain, only the deduction that it happened and that time passed, leaving you with a silhouette that you want to fill in again.

E. L. Doctorow