To you, I'm an atheist; to God, I'm the Loyal Opposition.

The basic fact about human existence is not that it is a tragedy, but that it is a bore. It is not so much a war as an endless standing in line.

H. L. Mencken

The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation. From the desperate city you go into the desperate country, and have to console yourself with the bravery of minks and muskrats. A stereotyped but unconscious despair is concealed even under what are called the games and amusements of mankind. There is no play in them, for this comes after work. But it is a characteristic of wisdom not to do desperate things.

Henry David Thoreau, Walden, cha

Hate is not the opposite of love; apathy is.

Rollo May

Mother's love is peace. It need not be acquired, it need not be deserved.

Erich Fromm

Death most resembles a prophet who is without honor in his own land or a poet who is a stranger among his people.

Khalil Gibran

I feel obligated to point out, though, that I have always been a sucker for ideas I find aesthetically pleasing. The cosmic sweep of the thing - an interstellar kula chain - affirming the differences and at the same time emphasizing the similarities of all the intelligent races in the galaxy - tying them together, building common traditions... The notion strikes me as kind of fine.

Roger Zelazny

Good clothes open all doors.

Thomas Fuller

Efficiency is doing better what is already being done.

Peter Drucker

I strive never to forget the real world consequences of my decisions on individuals, businesses and government.

Sonia Sotomayor

Her lips found his and a stab of exquisite desire shot through him. This is what he's been waiting for all this time. Not a stolen embrace. A gift, freely given. One that he would keep forever in some small part of his soul.

Courtney Milan

When the plane is delayed, it's not the fault of the girl at the desk. I'm resigned to the fact that everything is out of my control and that air travel nowadays is barbaric.

Tom Conti

Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.

William Shakespeare