i like to tell people i have the heart of a small boy, then I tell them it's in a jar on my desk

What our sword has won in half a year, our sword must guard for half a century.

Helmuth Graf Von Moltke

Men's hearts ought not to be set against one another, but set with one another, and all against evil only.

Thomas Carlyle

None without hope e'er lov'd the brightest fair, But love can hope where reason would despair.

George Lyttelton, 1st Baron Lytt

The world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome, dubious eggs, called possibilities.

George Eliot

You will do foolish things, but do them with enthusiasm.

Sidonie Gabrielle Colette

There are things they tell us that sound good to hear, but when they have accomplished their purpose they will go home and will not try to fulfill our agreements with them.

Sitting Bull

Everybody has that point in their life where you hit a crossroads and you've had a bunch of bad days and there's different ways you can deal with it and the way I dealt with it was I just turned completely to music.

Taylor Swift

I don't know why women want any of the things men have when one the things that women have is men.

Coco Chanel

At one time, we all were Gods.

Bjorn Street

Was it necessary to tell me that you wanted nothing in the world but me?'The corners of his mouth drooped peevishly.Oh, my dear, it's rather hard to take quite literally the things a man says when he's in love with you.'Didn't you mean them?'At the moment.

W. Somerset Maugham

I'd had nearly four years of experience looking at these clocks, but their sluggishness never ceased to surprise. If I am ever told that I have one day to live, I will head straight to the hallowed halls of Winter Park High School, where a day has been known to last a thousand years.

John Green

Anybody who would like to travel as an archaeologist of mores and observe men instead of rocks could find an image of the century of Louis XV in some village in Provence, that of Louis XIV in Poitou, that of even more remote times in the far reaches of Brittany. Most of these cities have fallen from some splendor that historians, more preoccupied with dates than customs, no longer speak of, but whose memory lives on, such as in Brittany, where the national character scarcely accepts the forgetting of what this country is fundamentally about. . . All of these cities have their primitive character.

Honore de Balzac, B