Men's actions are too strong for them. Show me a man who has acted, and who has not been the victim and slave of his action.

Time is that in which all things pass away.

Arthur Schopenhauer

Love is merely a madness; and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do; and the reason why they are not so punish'd and cured is that the lunacy is soordinary that the whippers are in love too.

William Shakespeare

An infinite God can give all of Himself to each of His children. He does not distribute Himself that each may have a part, but to each one He gives all of Himself as fully as if there were no others.

A. W. Tozer

Beauty in distress is much the most affecting beauty.

Edmund Burke

We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this. ... The world will little note nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here.

Abraham Lincoln

Although there may be nothing new under the sun, what is old is new to us and so rich and astonishing that we never tire of it. If we do tire of it, if we lose our curiosity, we have lost something of infinite value, because to a high degree it is curiosity that gives meaning and savour to life.

Robertson Davies

Everywhere, we learn only from those whom we love.

Johann von Goethe

Organizations for writers palliate the writer's loneliness, but I doubt if they improve his writing.... For he does his work alone and if he is a good enough writer he must face eternity, or the lack of it, each day.

Ernest Hemingway

...I've known damnable beauty - the turgid pull of swirling blackness - but in the end, it's futile - purity alone redeems...

John Geddes

There be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet voice to me.

Lord Byron

The illuminable, silent, never-resting thing called Time, rolling, rushing on, swift, silent, like an all-embracing oceantide, on which we and all the universe swim like exhalations, like apparitions which are, and then are not: this is forever very literally a miracle; a thing to strike us dumb, for we have no word to speak about it.

Thomas Carlyle, On Heroes, HeroW

Our actual experiences are much less important that how we choose to think about them.

Lee J. Colan, Orchestrating Atti