Long stormy spring-time, wet contentious April, winter chilling the lap of very May; but at length the season of summer does come.

We welcome change and openness; for we believe that freedom and security go together, that the advance of human liberty can only strengthen the cause of world peace.

Ronald Reagan

I'm flatchested, I'm short, I'm brunette, I have droopy eyes, and so people have a hard time casting me as a 'beauty.'

Selma Blair

Who dares nothing, need hope for nothing.

Friedrich von Schiller

I stopped and gazed on the little dull man who was being paid to be a teacher of teachers. I turned and walked to the door, slammed it closed with a bang, and broken glass crashed to the floor. There was uproar behind me in the class, which did not interest me at all.

Burl Ives

It is the ability to take a joke, not make one, that proves you have a sense of humor.

Max Eastman

Someday I want to have children and give them all the love I never had.

Marilyn Monroe

What are we having this liberty for? We are having this liberty in order to reform our social system, which is full of inequality, discrimination and other things, which conflict with our fundamental rights.

B. R. Ambedkar

In my older age, I've learned to take things slower, because I used to be that total-fall-in-love-after-a-day guy.

Lance Bass

We coaches have to learn how to deal with that: How do I get to each one best - with a talk, with video analysis? And what sort of tone? We need our own coaches for that. The sports psychologist coaches me too.

Jurgen Klinsmann

I would rather the man who presents something for my consideration subject me to a zephyr of truth and a gentle breeze of responsibility rather than blow me down with a curtain of hot wind.

Grover Cleveland

No matter her past, when a chambermaid marries a lord she becomes a lady.

Proverb

We never look deeply into the quality of a tree; we never really touch it, feel its solidity, its rough bark, and hear the sound that is part of the tree. Not the sound of wind through the leaves, not the breeze of a morning that flutters the leaves, but its own sound, the sound of the trunk and the silent sound of the roots.

Jiddu Krishnamurti