Many have said of Alchemy, that it is for the making of gold and silver. For me such is not the aim, but to consider only what virtue and power may lie in medicines.

I am his Highness dog at Kew; pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?

Alexander Pope

You can love someone so much...But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.

John Green

We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake, not by mechanical aid, but by an infinite expectation of the dawn.

Henry David Thoreau

Atheists have always argued that this world is all that we have, and that our duty is to one another to make the very most and best of it.

Christopher Hitchens

Don't let your mind go wandering, its too small to go out by itself.

Source Unknown

The only language men ever speak perfectly is the one they learn in babyhood, when no one can teach them anything!

Maria Montessori

Badger hates Society, and invitations, and dinner, and all that sort of thing.

Kenneth Grahame

If someone does not consider those around them to be valuable and hold only themselves in high regard, they too have a very bad self-esteem.

Stephen Richards

Southern political personalities, like sweet corn, travel badly. They lose flavor with every hundred yards away from the patch. By the time they reach New York, they are like Golden Bantam that has been trucked up from Texas - stale and unprofitable. The consumer forgets that the corn tastes different where it grows.

A. J. Liebling

'Funny Games' was conceived as a provocation. My other films are different. If people feel my other films are, or respond to them as provocation, then that's quite different. 'Funny Games' is the only one of mine where my intention was to provoke the audience.

Michael Haneke

There is something suspicious about music, gentlemen. I insist that she is, by her nature, equivocal. I shall not be going too far in saying at once that she is politically suspect.

Thomas Mann

A chronic lack of pleasure, of any enjoyable, rewarding or stimulating experiences, produces a slow, gradual, day-by-day erosion of man's emotional vitality, which he may ignore or repress, but which is recorded by the relentless computer of his subconscious mechanism that registers an ebbing flow, then a trickle, then a few last drops of fuel--until the day when his inner motor stops and he wonders desperately why he has no desire to go on, unable to find any definable cause of his hopeless, chronic sense of exhaustion.

Ayn Rand, The Voice of Reason