And in Life's noisiest hour, There whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee, The heart's Self-solace and soliloquy. You mould my Hopes, you fashion me within.

Wishing to be friends is quick work, but friendship is slow-ripening fruit.

Aristotle

Broken friendships can be soldered, but never sound.

Proverb

When we die and go to Heaven, our Maker is not going to say, Why didn't you discover the cure for such and such? The only thing we're going to be asked at that precious moment is Why didn't you become you?

Source Unknown

A satisfied customer is the best business strategy of all.

Michael Leboeuf

Superstition is the only religion of which base souls are capable of.

Joseph Joubert

It is always possible to bind together a considerable number of people in love, so long as there are other people left over to receive the manifestations of their aggression.

Sigmund Freud

I like to date schoolteachers. If you do something wrong, they make you do it over again.

Rodney Dangerfield

As long as any adult thinks that he, like the parents and teachers of old, can become introspective, invoking his own youth to understand the youth before him, he is lost.

Margaret Mead

True, I talk of dreams,Which are the children of an idle brain,Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,Which is as thin of substance as the air,And more inconstant than the wind, who woos Even now the frozen bosom of the north,And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence,Turning his side to the dew-dropping south.

William Shakespeare

Easy, breezy.

Coco J. Ginger

I really thought that love would save us all.

John Lennon

[] Everyone tries to make his life a work of art. We want love to last and we know that it does not last; even if, by some miracle, it were to last a whole lifetime, it would still be incomplete. Perhaps, in this insatiable need for perpetuation, we should better understand human suffering, if we knew that it was eternal. It appears that great minds are, sometimes, less horrified by suffering than by the fact that it does not endure. In default of inexhaustible happiness, eternal suffering would at least give us a destiny. But we do not even have that consolation, and our worst agonies come to an end one day. One morning, after many dark nights of despair, an irrepressible longing to live will announce to us the fact that all is finished and that suffering has no more meaning than happiness.

Albert Camus