Los Angeles is like a beauty parlor at the end of the universe.

There is something wonderful in seeing a wrong-headed majority assailed by truth.

John Kenneth Galbraith

Art is man's constant effort to create for himself a different order of reality from that which is given to him.

Chinua Achebe

I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.

William Shakespeare

In solitude the mind gains strength and learns to lean upon itself.

Laurence Sterne

It is, we wanted to make a record that reflected our love of Hard-Rock music and it is sort of Metal though we don't really describe ourselves as Metal.

Adam Rich

Be a sinner and sin strongly, but more strongly have faith and rejoice in Christ.

Martin Luther

Most of our faults are more pardonable than the means we use to conceal them.

Francois de La Rochefoucauld

I don't believe we need the government's help as much as some think we do. That belief sets me apart from the Democrats, since their way of dealing with everything is to tax and spend.

Jesse Ventura

Music was invented to confirm human loneliness.

Lawrence Durrell

A liberal is a man who is right most of the time, but he's right too soon.

Gregory Nunn

How pleasant it was in the garden! And how delightful other people's emotions were! -- much more delightful than their ideas, it seemed to him. One's own soul, and the passions of one's friends -- those were the fascinating things in life. He pictured to himself with silent amusement the tedious luncheon that he had missed by staying so long with Basil Hallward. Had be gone to his aunt's, he would have been sure to have met Lord Goodbody there, and the whole conversation would have been about the feeding of the poor and the necessity for model lodging-houses. Each class would have preached the importance of those virtues, for whose exercise there was no necessity in their own lives. The rich would have spoken on the value of thrift, and the idle grown eloquent over the dignity of labour. It was charming to have escaped all that!

Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dori

So fleet the works of men, back to their earth again;Ancient and holy things fade like a dream.

Charles Kingsley