Night is certainly more novel and less profane than day.

Time; that black and narrow isthmus between two eternities.

Charles Caleb Colton

If passion drives you, let reason hold the reins.

Benjamin Franklin

What is grand is necessarily obscure to weak men. That which can be made explicit to the idiot is not worth my care.

William Blake

I am sure that if you plant the trees back again, it will do nothing but good.

Michael Fish

The trusts and combinations - the communism of pelf - whose machinations have prevented us from reaching the success we deserved, should not be forgotten nor forgiven.

Grover Cleveland

Next to the striking of fire and the discovery of the wheel, the greatest triumph of what we call civilization was the domestication of the human male.

Max Lerner

The question that will decide our destiny is not whether we shall expand into space. It is: shall we be one species or a million? A million species will not exhaust the ecological niches that are awaiting the arrival of intelligence.

Freeman Dyson

It is amazing to think after all that has happened in this country in the last few years, the last few decades, that so many people have this blind faith that government is our friend and therefore, so we don't need protections against it.

James Bovard

'Tis the white stag, Fame, we're a-hunting, bid the world's hounds come to horn!

Ezra Pound

I think, therefore a single fertilized egg cell can replicate itself into trillions of specialized and exquisitely organized cells.

David Self

I'm certainly not the first person to be in a relationship with a younger man, but somehow I was plucked out as a bit of a poster girl.

Demi Moore

We bless and curse ourselves. Some dreams are divine, as well as some waking thoughts. Donne sings of one Who dreamt devoutlier than most use to pray. Dreams are the touchstones of our characters. We are scarcely less afflicted when we remember some unworthiness in our conduct in a dream, than if it had been actual, and the intensity of our grief, which is our atonement, measures inversely the degree by which this is separated from an actual unworthiness. For in dreams we but act a part which must have been learned and rehearsed in our waking hours, and no doubt could discover some waking consent thereto. If this meanness has not its foundation in us, why are we grieved at it? In dreams we see ourselves naked and acting out our real characters, even more clearly than we see others awake. But an unwavering and commanding virtue would compel even its most fantastic and faintest dreams to respect its ever wakeful authority; as we are accustomed to say carelessly, we should never have dreamed of such a thing. Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake.http://national-library.elecbook.net/830.html

Henry David Thoreau, A Week on t