The jack-of-all-trades seldom is good at any. Concentrate all of your efforts on one definite chief aim.

The richest genius, like the most fertile soil, when uncultivated, shoots up into the rankest weeds.

David Hume

I don't think children's inner feelings have changed. They still want a mother and father in the very same house they want places to play.

Beverly Cleary

That men in armour may be born With serpents' teeth the field is sown; Rains mould, winds bend, suns gild the corn Too quickly ripe, too early mown. I scan the quivering heads, behold The features, catch the whispered breath Of friends long garnered in the cold Unopening granaries of death, Whose names in solemn cadence ring Across my slow oblivious page. Their friendship was a finer thing Than fame, or wealth, or honoured age, And--while you live and I--shall last Its tale of seasons with us yet Who cherish, in the undying past, The men we never can forget.

Charles Kenneth (C.K.) ScottMonc

Programming is like sex: one mistake and you have to support it for the rest of your life.

Michael Sinz

...gracious your form and your eyes as honey : desire is poured upon your lovely face Aphrodite has honored you exceedingly...

Sappho

You know that everyone thinks that in order to do South Park we must be wild, crazy, rock and roll stars. But the truth is we're just wholesome middle-American guys. We enjoy soda pop, baseball and beating up old people just as much as anybody.

Trey Parker

Never succumb to the temptation of bitterness.

Martin Luther King, Jr.

Nothing truly convincing - which would possess thoroughness, vigor, and skill - has been written against the ancients as yet especially not against their poetry.

Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel

I never think of policemen's wives; their beauty maddens me like wine.

Kyril Bonfiglioli

Resistance is thought transformed into feeling. Change the thought that creates the resistance, and there is no more resistance.

Robert Conklin

It is annoying to be honest to no purpose.

Ovid

A wine shop was open and I went in for some coffee. It smelled of early morning, of swept dust, spoons in coffee-glasses and the wet circles left by wine glasses.

Ernest Hemingway