You make me smile like the sun, fall out bed, sing like a bird, dizzy in my head. Spin like a record crazy on a sunday night. You make me dance like a fool, forget how to breath, shine like the sun buzz like a bee, just the thought of you can drive me wild. Oh you make me smile. -Uncle Kracker-

Common to all these types is the anthropomorphic character of their conception of God. In general, only individuals of exceptional endowments, and exceptionally high-minded communities, rise to any considerable extent above this level. But there is a third stage of religious experience which belongs to all of them, even though it is rarely found in a pure form: I shall call it cosmic religious feeling. It is very difficult to elucidate this feeling to anyone who is entirely without it, especially as there is no anthropomorphic conception of God corresponding to it.

Albert Einstein

I dress up a certain way because I respect the music.

Wynton Marsalis

Who does not in some sort live to others, does not live much to himself.

Michel de Montaigne

If people let the government decide what foods they eat and what medicines they take, their bodies will soon be in as sorry a state as the souls who live under tyranny.

Thomas Jefferson

A theoretical grounding in agronomy must, therefore, include knowledge of biological laws.

Trofim Lysenko

Who is wise? One who learns from all.

The Talmud

Every society by its own practice of living and by the mode of relatedness, of feelings, and perceiving, develops a system of categories which determines the forms of awareness.

Erich Fromm, Zen Buddhism and Ps

We seek the truth and will endure the consequences.

Charles Seymour

Success is a matter of viewpoint. The pessimist sees the bottle as half empty. The optimist sees it as half full.

Joe Karbo

Basically, I believe the world is a jungle, and if it's not a bit of a jungle in the home, a child cannot possibly be fit to enter the outside world.

Bette Davis

I stand before you a totally healthy person.

Melissa Etheridge

Every season is likeable, and wet days and fine, red wine and white, company and solitude. Even sleep, that deplorable curtailment of the joy of life, can be full of dreams; and the most common actions

Virginia Woolf