Love and you shall be loved. All love is mathematically just, as much as the two sides of an algebraic equation.

Conservatism discards Prescription, shrinks from Principle, disavows Progress having rejected all respect for antiquity, it offers no redress for the present, and makes no preparation for the future.

Benjamin Disraeli

Be slow of tongue and quick of eye.

Miguel de Cervantes

Fortune and humor govern the world.

Francois de La Rochefoucauld

Almost everybody in the neighborhood had troubles, frankly localized and specified; but only the chosen had complications. To have them was in itself a distinction, though it was also, in most cases, a death warrant. People struggled on for years wit

Edith Wharton

I trust, that your readers will not construe my words to mean, that I would not have gone to a 3 o'clock in the morning session, for the sake of defeating the Nebraska bill.

Gerrit Smith

i realize you cant just throw real gems at ppl...because they think cubic zirconia is the real thing lol

Fee Scott

Every man has three characters -- that which he exhibits, that which he has, and that which he thinks he has.

Alphonse Karr

Europe is difficult to coordinate, and our main deficit may not even lie in this area of finance and economics, but in foreign and security policy. We have a leadership problem because we are still 27 different members who have still not decided on how to work with each other based on what we used to call a European constitution.

Peer Steinbruck

The stupid believe that to be truthful is easy only the artist, the great artist, knows how difficult it is.

Willa Cather

We are as we are. How can you claim to know what life I was meant to lead, let alone threaten to force me into it? All your quibbling is nonsense. As well forbid your nose to snuff, or your ears to hear. We are as we do.

Robin Hobb

I'm the type who'd be happy not going anywhere as long as I was sure I knew exactly what was happening at the places I wasn't going to. I'm the type who'd like to sit home and watch every party that I'm invited to on a monitor in my bedroom.

Andy Warhol

April is the cruellest month, breedingLilacs out of the dead land, mixingMemory out of desire, stirringDull roots with spring rain.Winter kept us warm, coveringEarth in a forgetful snow, feedingA little life with dried tubers.

TS (Thomas Stearns) Eliot, Waste