To look back to antiquity is one thing, to go back to it is another.

The accent of one's birthplace remains in the mind and in the heart as in one's speech.

Francois de La Rochefoucauld

If men could learn from history, what lessons it might teach us. But passion and party blind our eyes, and the light which experience gives us is a lantern on the stern, which shines only on the waves behind us.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

My parents had an arranged marriage, as did so many other people when I was growing up. My father came and had a life in the United States one way and my mother had a different one, and I was very aware of those things. I continue to wonder about it, and I will continue to write about it.

Jhumpa Lahiri

Power concedes nothing without a demand. It never did and it never will.

Frederick Douglass

There is no permanent love but that which has duty for its eldest brother; so that if one sleeps the other watches, and honor is safe

Pierre Jules Hetzel

It is far better to give work that is above a person, than to educate the person to be above their work.

John Ruskin

I do not know what 'moss' stands for in the proverb , but if it stood for useful knowledge... I gathered more moss by rolling than I ever did at school.

Ernest Shackleton

Not everything that can be counted counts, and not everything that counts can be counted.

Albert Einstein

Lighten up, just enjoy life, smile more, laugh more, and don't get so worked up about things.

Kenneth Branagh

The day, water, sun, moon, night - I do not have to purchase these things with money.

Plautus

The greatest homage we can pay to truth, is to use it.

James Russell Lowell

And now, these books. This. He touched PHYSIOGNOMONIE. The secrets of the individual's character as found on his face. Were Jim and Will, then, featured all angelic, pure, half-innocent, peering up through the sidewalk at marching terror? Did the boys represent the ideal for your Woman, Man, or Child of Excellent Bearing, Color, Balance, and Summer Disposition?Converserly...Charles Halloway turned a page...did the scurrying freaks, the Illustrated Marvel, bear the foreheads of the Irascible, the Cruel, the Covetous, the mouths of the Lewd and Untruthful? the teeth of the Crafty, the Unstable, the Audacious, the Vainglorious, and your Marvelous Beast?No. The book slipped shut. If faces were judged, the freaks were no worse than many he'd been slipping from the liberty late nights in his long career.There was only one thing sure.Two lines of Shakespeare said it. He should write them in the middle of the clock of books, to fix the heart of his apprehension:By the pricking of my thumbs,Something wicked this way comes.So vague yet so immense.He did not want to live with it.Yet he knew that, during this night, unless he lived with it very well, he might have to live with it for all the rest of his life.At the window he looked out and thought Jim, Will, are you coming? Will you get here?Waiting, his flesh took paleness from his bones.

Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked T