I have often met with happiness after some imprudent step which ought to have brought ruin upon me, and although passing a vote of censure upon myself I would thank God for his mercy.

Once music ceases to be ephemeral - always disappearing - and becomes instead material... it leaves the condition of traditional music and enters the condition of painting. It becomes a painting, existing as material in space, not immaterial in time.

Brian Eno

The volume of your voice does not increase the validity of your argument.

Steve Maraboli

I believe when it comes to love, there's something intangible about who we are attracted to, and I don't think I have a pattern.

Taylor Swift

Will is to grace as the horse is to the rider.Bartlett's 15th edition notes This is considered the most important definition of the relation of grace to free will in the Middle Ages.

Saint Augustine of Hippo, De Lib

Today's preparation determines tomorrow's achievement.

Source Unknown

Observe all men, thyself most.

Benjamin Franklin

The clock is running. Make the most of today. Time waits for no man. Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. That’s why it is called the present.

Alice Morse Earle

I imagine my children are going to save me from my vanity and be my passion and fill whatever fears I have of the amazing time I'm having right now being gone.

Gwen Stefani

On my morning run, I listen to sports talk radio.

Lisa Guerrero

Two thousand years ago, we lived in a world of Gods and Goddesses. Today, we live in a world solely of Gods. Women in most cultures have been stripped of their spiritual power.

Dan Brown

Work is like the rest of life. The best parts are free.

Scott Adams

I took the dog out for a walk tonight, and together we wandered across the meadow next door. It was a warm summer's night, dark, and moonless. There were a handful of fireflies flickering intermittently, some so close to me I could see they were burning green as they flew, and some further away, who seemed to be flashing white.And in the sky above them a continual roil of distant summer lightning (the storm distant enough that it was silent) burned and flashed and illuminated the clouds. It seemed as if the lightning bugs were talking to the lightning, in a perfect call and response of flash and counterflash. I watched the sky and the meadow flash and flash while the dog walked ahead of me, and realised that I was perfectly happy...

Neil Gaiman