Not life, but good life, is to be chiefly valued.

That's right. Act like rejected . It's not like you tried to kill me or anything.

Cassandra Clare

Naturally, love's the most distant possibility.

Georges Bataille

Ridicule has always been the enemy of enthusiasm, and the only worthy opponent to ridicule is success.

Oliver Goldsmith

Isn't it sad how some people can't be funny, so they have to settle for being obnoxious?

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Some men see things as they are and ask why. Others dream things that never were and ask why not.

George Bernard Shaw

A great artist is a great man in a great child.

Victor Hugo

Photography suits the temper of this age - of active bodies and minds. It is a perfect medium for one whose mind is teeming with ideas, imagery, for a prolific worker who would be slowed down by painting or sculpting, for one who sees quickly and acts decisively, accurately.

Edward Weston

1. TEMPERANCE. Eat not to dullness; drink not to elevation. 2. SILENCE. Speak not but what may benefit others or yourself; avoid trifling conversation. 3. ORDER. Let all your things have their places; let each part of your business have its time. 4. RESOLUTION. Resolve to perform what you ought; perform without fail what you resolve. 5. FRUGALITY. Make no expense but to do good to others or yourself; i.e., waste nothing. 6. INDUSTRY. Lose no time; be always employ'd in something useful; cut off all unnecessary actions. 7. SINCERITY. Use no hurtful deceit; think innocently and justly, and, if you...

Benjamin Franklin

Christianity, with its doctrine of humility, of forgiveness, of love, is incompatible with the state, with its haughtiness, its violence, its punishment and its wars.

Leo Tolstoy

There are two sorts of romantics: those who love, and those who love the adventure of loving

Lesley Blanch

Our slender life runs rippling by, and glides Into the silent hollow of the past; What is there that abides To make the next age better for the last?

James Russell Lowell

The street to my left was backed up with traffic and I watched the people waiting patiently in the cars. The was almost always a man and a women, staring straight ahead, not talking. It was, finally, for everyone, a matter of witing. You waited and you waited- for the hospital, the doctor, the plumber, the madhouse, the jail, papa death himself. First the signal red, then the signal was green. The citizens of the world ate food and watched t.v. and worried about their jobs or lack of the same, while they waited.

Charles Bukowski