A just cause is not ruined by a few mistakes.

Never, never, never, never, never! Pray you, undo this button.

William Shakespeare

No object is mysterious. The mystery is your eye.

Elizabeth Bowen

Win or lose, playing at all is winning.

Wolfgang Nording

SOLITUDE AND SECLUSIONLife is an island in an ocean of solitude and seclusion.Life is an island, rocks are its desires, trees its dreams, and flowers its loneliness, and it is in the middle of an ocean of solitude and seclusion.Your life, my friend, is an island separated from all other islands and continents. Regardless of how many boats you send to other shores, you yourself are an island separated by its own pains,secluded its happiness and far away in its compassion and hidden in its secrets and mysteries.I saw you, my friend, sitting upon a mound of gold, happy in your wealth and great in your riches and believing that a handful of gold is the secret chain that links the thoughts of the people with your own thoughts and links their feeling with your own.I saw you as a great conqueror leading a conquering army toward the fortress, then destroying and capturing it.On second glance I found beyond the wall of your treasures a heart trembling in its solitude and seclusion like the trembling of a thirsty man within a cage of gold and jewels, but without water.I saw you, my friend, sitting on a throne of glory surrounded by people extolling your charity, enumerating your gifts, gazing upon you as if they were in the presence of a prophet lifting their souls up into the planets and stars. I saw you looking at them, contentment and strength upon your face, as if you were to them as the soul is to the body.On the second look I saw your secluded self standing beside your throne, suffering in its seclusion and quaking in its loneliness. I saw that self stretching its hands as if begging from unseen ghosts. I saw it looking above the shoulders of the people to a far horizon, empty of everything except its solitude and seclusion.I saw you, my friend, passionately in love with a beautiful woman, filling her palms with your kisses as she looked at you with sympathy and affection in her eyes and sweetness of motherhood on her lips; I said, secretly, that love has erased his solitude and removed his seclusion and he is now wi

Kahlil Gibran

In a lot of movies, especially big studio ones, they're not constructed in any other way than to get people to like them and then tell their friends. It's a product.

Charlie Kaufman

Valentine's day without your love is like a year without the Internet.

Santosh Kalwar

The bad man is continually at war with, and in opposition to, himself

Aristotle

I confess myself utterly at a loss in suggesting particular reforms in our ways of teaching. No discretion that can be lodged with a school-committee, with the overseers or visitors of an academy, of a college, can at all avail to reach these difficulties and perplexities, but they solve themselves when we leave institutions and address individuals.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Clemency is one of the brightest diamonds in the crown of majesty.

W. Secker

We're called Shadowhunters. At least, that's what we call ourselves. The Downworlders have less complimentary names for us.

Cassandra Clare

Religion is not a popular error; it is a great instinctive truth, sensed by the people, expressed by the people.

Ernest Renan

They have a kind of Bob Hope and Bing Crosby thing going on.

Christopher Walken