I do not know beneath what sky nor on what seas shall be thy fate; I only know it shall be high, I only know it shall be great.

Never forget:we walk on hell,gazing at flowers.

Kobayashi Issa

If we can prevent the government from wasting the labors of the people, under the pretence of taking care of them, they must become happy.

Thomas Jefferson

Literature is the art of discovering something extraordinary about ordinary people, and saying with ordinary words something extraordinary.

Boris Pasternak

Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love, And in my soul am free, Angels alone that soar above Enjoy such liberty.

Richard Lovelace

Straight men just can't imagine the bliss of being in a relationship with someone who finds farting as funny as they do.

Graham Norton

I think filmmakers want their movies to be seen.

Alex Winter

The good things of prosperity are to be wished; but the good things that belong to adversity are to be admired.

Seneca (Seneca the Elder)

The world does not need more Christian literature. What it needs is more Christians writing good literature.

C.S. Lewis

When he is best, he is a little worse than a man and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast.

William Shakespeare

Whenever you are sincerely pleased you are nourished.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Conflict between science and religion a dangerous foe.

Henry Norris Russell

When I say that I am convinced of these things I speak with too much pride. Far off, like a perfect pearl, one can see the city of God. It is so wonderful that it seems as if a child could reach it in a summer's day. And so a child could. But with me and such as me it is different. One can realise a thing in a single moment, but one loses it in the long hours that follow with leaden feet. It is so difficult to keep 'heights that the soul is competent to gain.' We think in eternity, but we move slowly through time; and how slowly time goes with us who lie in prison I need not tell again, nor of the weariness and despair that creep back into one's cell, and into the cell of one's heart, with such strange insistence that one has, as it were, to garnish and sweep one's house for their coming, as for an unwelcome guest, or a bitter master, or a slave whose slave it is one's chance or choice to be.

Oscar Wilde