It is the Law that any difficulties that can come to you at any time, no matter what they are, must be exactly what you need most at the moment, to enable you to take the next step forward by overcoming them. The only real misfortune, the only real tragedy, comes when we suffer without learning the lesson.

...every time I look at you autumn leaves come in between - does it matter they're the color of your hair - or they still fall in my memory?...

John Geddes

The thing that's cool about the recording booth is that it's so perfunctory, so cut-to-the-chase.

Ron Perlman

When you're feeling terrific, notify your face.

H. Jackson Brown, Jr.

Beauty isn't made of sugar.

Diana Wynne Jones

Children are supposed to go to school, play on swing sets, skin their knees.

Jodi Picoult

Moral laws are set as a curb and restraint to these exorbitant desires, which they cannot be but by rewards and punishments, that will over-balance the satisfaction any one shall propose to himself in the breach of the law.

John Locke

Seeing that a Pilot steers the ship in which we sail, who will never allow us to perish even in the midst of shipwrecks, there is no reason why our minds should be overwhelmed with fear and overcome with weariness.

John Calvin

When my time on earth is gone, and my activities here are passed, I want they bury me upside down, and my critics can kiss my ass!

Bobby Knight

Art is the most intense mode of individualism that the world has known.

Oscar Wilde

America -- rather, the United States -- seems to me to be the Jew among the nations. It is resourceful, adaptable, maligned, envied, feared, imposed upon. It is warm-hearted, over-friendly; quick-witted, lavish, colorful; given to extravagant speech and gestures; its people are travelers and wanderers by nature, moving, shifting, restless; swarming in Fords, in ocean liners; craving entertainment; volatile. The chuckle among the nations of the world.

Edna Ferber

Vineyards and shining harvests, pastures, arbors, And all this our very utmost toil Can hardly care for, we wear down our strength Whether in oxen or in men, we dull The edges of our ploughshares, and in return Our fields turn mean and stingy, underfed, And so today the farmer shakes his head, More and more often sighing that his work, The labour of his hands, has come to naught.

Lucretius, The Way Things Are, B

Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood.

George Orwell