To maintain a joyful family requires much from both the parents and the children. Each member of the family has to become, in a special way, the servant of the others.

Discontent is the want of self-reliance: it is infirmity of will.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

If all people are unique, and if they are constantly changing each and every day, then all one can say about any social research finding is that it applied to that group of people on that given day, and given the propensity of humans to be different and to change, then it is unlikely that one would get the same results if one were to repeat the study.

Wayne Dyer

Only very brave mouse makes nest in cat's ear.

Earl Derr Biggers

It is better to be violent, if there is violence in our hearts, than to put on the cloak of non-violence to cover impotence. Violence is any day preferable to impotence. There is hope for a violent man to become non-violent. There is no such hope for the impotent.

Mahatma Gandhi

You want to give people a reason to hate my guts more? I'm making more money.

Billy Joel

What we might call, by way of eminence, the Dismal Science

Thomas Carlyle

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

It is better that ten guilty escape than one innocent suffer.

William Blackstone, 'Commentarie

Man is a being in search of meaning.

Plato

The suppression of uncomfortable ideas may be common in religion and politics, but it is not the path to knowledge; it has no place in the endeavor of science.

Carl Sagan

It is the ultimate wisdom of the mountains that a man is never more a man than when he is striving for what is beyond his grasp.

James Ramsey Ullman

As an unperfect actor upon the stageWho with much fear is put besides his partOr some fierce thing, replete with too much rageWhose strengths abundance weakens his own heartSo I, for fear of trust, forget to sayThe perfect ceremony of love's riteAnd in mine own love's strength seem to decayO'ercharged with burthen of my own love's mighto, let my books be then the eloquenceAnd dumb presagers of my speaking breastWho plead for love, and look for recompenseMore than that tongue that more hath express'd.O, learn to read what silent love hath writTo hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit.

William Shakespeare