Man's main task in life is to give birth to himself, to become what he potentially is. The most important product of his effort is his own personality.

I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus With tigery stripes, and a face on itRound as the moon, to stare up. I want to be looking at them when they comePicking among the dumb minerals, the roots. I see them already-the pale, star-distance faces. Now they are nothing, they are not even babies. I imagine them without fathers or mothers, like the first gods.They will wonder if I was important.

Sylvia Plath, Last Words

Japanese architecture is very much copied in this country and in Europe.

Minoru Yamasaki

A real decision is measured by the fact that you've taken a new action. If there's no action, you haven't truly decided.

Anthony Robbins

Integrity has no need of rules.

Albert Camus

While I am busy with little things, I am not required to do greater things.

St. Francis De Sales

Everything the State says is a lie, and everything it has it has stolen.

Friedrich Nietzsche

I'm appalled the word feminism has been denigrated to a place of almost ridicule and I very passionately believe the word needs to be revalued and reintroduced with power and understanding that this is a global picture.

Annie Lennox

Simple pleasures are always the last refuge of the complex

Oscar Wilde

The first magic of love is our ignorance that it can ever end.

Benjamin Disraeli

Sordid things, for the most part, are what make human beings, my father included, move. That's what it is to be human, I'm afraid.

Kurt Vonnegut

Anybody who would like to travel as an archaeologist of mores and observe men instead of rocks could find an image of the century of Louis XV in some village in Provence, that of Louis XIV in Poitou, that of even more remote times in the far reaches of Brittany. Most of these cities have fallen from some splendor that historians, more preoccupied with dates than customs, no longer speak of, but whose memory lives on, such as in Brittany, where the national character scarcely accepts the forgetting of what this country is fundamentally about. . . All of these cities have their primitive character.

Honore de Balzac, B

Our essence is change. We are movement. Being out of balance is life. Perfect balance. Stasis. That is death. Life yearns for perfection. Death is perfection.

Chris Boucher