Journalism consists largely in saying Lord James is dead to people who never knew Lord James was alive.

Keeping your face to the sunshine and your vibes positively high, Helps one in hard times use a smile to replace their sigh

Timothy Pina

Light is the first of painters. There is no object so foul that intense light will not make it beautiful.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Let him that would move the world, first move himself.

Socrates

It is my craft and my science to Watch. It is yours to jeer. Each of us to our specialty.

Robert Silverberg

Providence certainly does not favor just certain individuals, but the deep wisdom of its counsel, instruction and ennoblement extends to all.

Karl Wilhelm Von Humboldt

Poor men's reasons are not heard.

Thomas Fuller

She was so fat that she has her own postal code.

Rodney Dangerfield

You gotta be hungry!

Les Brown

One feels even in the midst of the traffic, or waking at night, Clarissa was positive, a particular hush, or solemnity; an indescribable pause; a suspense before Big Ben strikes. There! Out it boomed. First a warning, musical; then the hour, irrevocable. The leaden circles dissolved in the air. Such fools we are, she thought, crossing Victoria Street. For Heaven only knows why one loves it so, how one sees it so, making it up, building it round one, tumbling it, creating it every moment afresh; but the veriest frumps, the most dejected of miseries sitting on doorsteps (drink their downfall) do the same; can't be dealt with, she felt positive, by Acts of Parliament for that very reason: they love life. In people's eyes, in the swing, tramp, and trudge; in the bellow and the uproar; the carriages, motor cars, omnibuses, vans, sandwich men shuffling and swinging; brass bands; barrel organs; in the triumph and the jingle and the strange high singing of some aeroplane overhead was what she loved; life; London; this moment in June.

Virginia Woolf

The readiest and surest way to get rid of censure, is to correct ourselves.

Demosthenes

Now that I think about it, maybe he is a werewolf. I can picture him lunging over the moors in hot pursuit of his prey, and I'm certain that he wouldn't think twice about eating an innocent bystander. I'll watch him closely at the next full moon. He's asked me to go dancing tomorrow--perhaps I should wear a high collar. Oh, that's vampires, isn't it? I think I am a little giddy. (After meeting Mr. Markham V. Reynolds, Jr.)

Mary Ann Shaffer

Things are coming to a pretty pass when religion is allowed to invade private life.

Lord Melbourne