When you love a man, he becomes more than a body. His physical limbs expand, and his outline recedes, vanishes. He is rich and sweet and right. He is part of the world, the atmosphere, the blue sky and the blue water.

Every week I get letters from people worldwide who feel that the possibilian point of view represents their understanding better than either religion or neo-atheism.

David Eagleman

No man's credit is as good as his money.

John Dewey

The colour of the skin is in no way connected with strength of the mind or intellectual powers.

Benjamin Banneker

For he was likely, had he been put on, to have proved most royally.

William Shakespeare

I think to have the skill set and the ability to physically help others in matters of life and death must be incredibly empowering.

Karlie Kloss

And I must draft an advertisement for the Daily Prophet, too,' he added thoughtfully. 'We'll be needing a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.... Dear me, we do seem to run through them, don't we?

J.K. Rowling

The more boys I meet the more I love my dog.

Carrie Underwood

O, let my books be then the eloquence and dumb presages of my speaking breast.

William Shakespeare

Happiness is a byproduct of function, purpose, and conflict those who seek happiness for itself seek victory without war.

William S. Burroughs

Our lives were just beginning, our favorite moment was right now, our favorite songs were unwritten.

Rob Sheffield

I can remember exactly where I sat when my teacher first read Roald Dahl's 'James and the Giant Peach'.

Dave Eggers

That time of year thou mayst in me beholdWhen yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hangUpon those boughs which shake against the cold,Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.In me thou seest the twilight of such dayAs after sunset fadeth in the west,Which by and by black night doth take away,Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.In me thou see'st the glowing of such fireThat on the ashes of his youth doth lie,As the death-bed whereon it must expireConsumed with that which it was nourish'd by.This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,To love that well which thou must leave ere long.

William Shakespeare