Lidia Bastianich, sorry, but kind of boring. I mean, I love Lidia, but you can fall asleep watching her. And Mario Batali? I love Mario to death... but he's not romantic or sensual. Those are the things I bring to the table.

The hunger and thirst for knowledge, the keen delight in the chase, the good humored willingness to admit that the scent was false, the eager desire to get on with the work, the cheerful resolution to go back and begin again, the broad good sense, the unaffected modesty, the imperturbable temper, the gratitude for any little help that was given -- all these will remain in my memory though I cannot paint them for others.

Frederic William Maitland

Spiritual space is lost in gaining convenience. I saw the need to create a mixture of Japanese spiritual culture and modern western architecture.

Tadao Ando

It is a vulgar error that love, a love, to woman is her whole existence; she is born for Truth and Love in their universal energy

Margaret Fuller

I'm in awe of people out there who deal with Alzheimer's, because they have to deal with death 10 times over, year after year.

Marcia Wallace

The man who is a pessimist before forty-eight knows too much; if he is an optimist after it he knows too little

Mark Twain

Dwight is a sad clown. You've seen those paintings of sad clown.

Rainn Wilson

Your mind can't control what your heart wants. The heart hasn't anything to do with what's logical. It just wants love.

Erika Zakariasson

I can do everything with ease on the stage, whereas in real life I feel too big and clumsy. So I didn't choose acting. It chose me.

Ingrid Bergman

When the well's dry, they know the worth of water.

Source Unknown

The cause of freedom is not the cause of a race or a sect, a party or a class-it is the cause of human kind, the very birthright of humanity.

Anna Julia Cooper

Four years of world war, at a cost in human suffering which our minds are mercifully too limited to imagine, led to the very clear realization that international anarchy must be abandoned if civilization was to survive.

Arthur Henderson

Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to joy, and makes right royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.

Robert G. Ingersoll