There is nothing that moves a loving father's soul quite like his child's cry.

Birth was the death of him.

Samuel Beckett

In Vegas, I got into a long argument with the man at the roulette wheel over what I considered to be an odd number.

Steven Wright

To understand life, and love it to its depths in a living being, that is the being's task, and that his masterpiece; and each of us can hardly occupy his time so greatly as with one other; we have only one true neighbor down here.

Henri Barbusse

I think Ralph Nader is the biggest liar in American politics when he said it didn't matter who was president.

James Carville

But, good my brother, do not, as some ungracious pastors do. Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven whilst like a puffed and reckless libertine himself the primrose path of dalliance treads and recks not his own rede.

William Shakespeare

I would love to be on Broadway!

Emily Blunt

You'll never convince me there is a hopeless situation or there is any finality in any success or any failure.

Carlos Ghosn

He Oliver Cromwell in a furious manner, bid the Speaker leave his chair; told the house That they had sat long enough, unless they had done more good; and that it was not fit they should sit as a parliament any longer, and desired them to go away.

Oliver Cromwell

If it can't be expressed in figures, it's not science it's opinion.

Lazarus Long

An individual has not started living until he can rise above the narrow confines of his individualistic concerns to the broader concerns of all humanity.

Martin Luther King Jr.

That time of year thou mayst in me beholdWhen yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hangUpon those boughs which shake against the cold,Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.In me thou seest the twilight of such dayAs after sunset fadeth in the west,Which by and by black night doth take away,Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.In me thou see'st the glowing of such fireThat on the ashes of his youth doth lie,As the death-bed whereon it must expireConsumed with that which it was nourish'd by.This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,To love that well which thou must leave ere long.

William Shakespeare

No matter how deep and dark your pit, how dank your shroud, their heads are heroically unbloody and unbowed.

Ogden Nash