I've got a great ambition to die of exhaustion rather than boredom.

Popular culture is a place where pity is called compassion, flattery is called love, propaganda is called knowledge, tension is called peace, gossip is called news, and auto-tune is called singing.

Criss Jami

Don't tell a woman she's pretty; tell her there's no other woman like her, and all roads will open to you.

Jules Renard

I will fight for my children on any level so they can reach their potential as human beings and in their public duties.

Princess of Wales Diana

When terrorists attacked the symbols of our national unity and strength, they failed to realize that they were just symbols of our strength. The real strength of our nation comes from our people - not our buildings.

Michael Enzi

He who is conceived in a cage, yearns for the cage.

Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Thinking is the hardest work there is, which is the probable reason so few engage in it.

Henry Ford

And the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart, till the Devil whispered behind the leaves It's pretty, but is it Art?

Rudyard Kipling

I know nothing about pistols and revolvers, which is why I usually kill off my characters with a blunt instrument or better with poisons. Besides, poisons are neat and clean and really exciting... I do not think I could look a really ghastly mangled body in the face. It is the means that I am interested in. I do not usually describe the end, which is often a corpse.

Agatha Christie

Society is like the air, necessary to breathe but insufficient to live on.

George Santayana

Now art should never try to be popular. The public should try to make itself artistic.

Oscar Wilde

All things will be produced in superior quantity and quality, and with greater ease, when each man works at a single occupation, in accordance with his natural gifts, and at the right moment, without meddling with anything else.

Plato

The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: a human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him, a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create - so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating.

Pearl Buck