Love - a wildly misunderstood although highly desirable malfunction of the heart which weakens the brain, causes eyes to sparkle, cheeks to glow, blood pressure to rise and the lips to pucker

Stevie didn't use the technology to drive the song. He used it to enhance. I use the tools to further my work, I don't use my work to further the tools.

Brian McKnight

Manners are not idle, but the fruit. Of loyal nature and of noble mind.

Alfred Lord Tennyson

An active propaganda machinery controlled bv the world's largest corporations constantly reassures us that consumerism is the path to happiness, governmental restraint of market excess is the cause our distress, and economic globalization is both a historical inevitability and a boon to the human species.

David Korten, When corporations

All things change, nothing is extinguished. There is nothing in the whole world which is permanent. Everything flows onward; all things are brought into being with a changing nature; the ages themselves glide by in constant movement.

Ovid

Life, in my estimation, is a biological misadventure that we terminate on the shoulders of six strange men whose only objective is to make a hole in one with you.

Fred A. Allen

You are only as strong as your purpose, therefore let us choose reasons to act that are big bold righteous and eternal.

Barry Munro

But the Wisdom of God, which is His only-begotten Son, being in all respects incapable of change or alteration, and every good quality in Him being essential, and such as cannot be changed and converted, His glory is therefore declared to be pure and sincere.

Origen

Vote, v. The instrument and symbol of a freeman's power to make a fool of himself and a wreck of his country.

Ambrose Bierce

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety, other women cloy

William Shakespeare

A jest often decides matters of importance more effectual and happily than seriousness.

Horace

They tell me, Lucy, thou art dead, that all of thee we loved and cherished has with thy summer roses perished; and left, as its young beauty fled, an ashen memory in its stead.

John Greenleaf Whittier

Time hath a wallet at his back, wherein he puts. Alms for oblivion, a great-sized monster of ingratitudes.

William Shakespeare