The older I've got the less I find myself going back and re-reading or really reading new fiction or poetry.

The hero is one who kindles a great light in the world, who sets up blazing torches in the dark streets of life for men to see by.

Felix Adler

I turn up in Los Angeles every now and then, so I can get some big money films in order to finance my smaller money films.

John Hurt

The science you enjoy now is the science we taught you. The medicine you treat yourselves with is the medicine we gave you. It's the same with the astronomy you know, the mathematics, the literature, the art...

Muammar Gaddafi

As a rock star, I have two instincts, I want to have fun, and I want to change the world. I have a chance to do both.

Bono

Christ does not dress up a moral picture, and ask you to observe its beauty. He only tells you how to live; and the most beautiful characters the world has ever seen, have been those who received and lived these precepts without once conceiving their beauty.

Horace Bushnell

Artistic temperament is the disease that afflicts amateurs.

G. K. Chesterton

Toyota was the first to put a commercial fuel cell powered car on the road, and I have no doubt that Toyota will continue to be in the front lines in the development of competitive fuel cell vehicles.

Maurice Strong

If everybody is looking for it, then nobody is finding it. If we were cultured, we would not be conscious of lacking culture. We would regard it as something natural and would not make so much fuss about it. And if we knew the real value of this word we would be cultured enough not to give it so much importance.

Pablo Picasso

The slave begins by demanding justice and ends by wanting to wear a crown. He must dominate in his turn.

Albert Camus

I am a dreamer. Seriously, I'm living on another planet.

Eva Green

When you have a baby, love is automatic, when you get married, love is earned.

Marie Osmond

Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York, And all the clouds that loured upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths, Our bruised arms hung up for monuments, Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute. But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking glass I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them, Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun.

William Shakespeare