One day when I was like 9, I heard the Beatles on the radio, and I asked my dad who they were. He told me they were the best band in the world, and I became obsessed. He started giving me their albums in sequential order, and I listened to them - and only them - until I was probably in high school.

Wealth is so much the greatest good that Fortune has to bestow that in the Latin and English languages it has usurped her name.

Lord Melbourne

A man's home is his wife's castle.

Alexander Chase

He was a manager, one of the singers, I guess talent coordinator for the local talent in Harlem. His name was Lover Patterson. He was living right across the street from where my dad had his restaurant. I guess he saw a lot of kids come in, a lot of my buddies.

Ben E. King

Knowledge and human power are synonymous.

Francis Bacon

I think this is the most extraordinary collection of talent, of human knowledge, that has ever been gathered together at the White House, with the possible exception of when Thomas Jefferson dined alone.

John Fitzgerald Kennedy

Faith is a fine inventionWhen gentlemen can see,But microscopes are prudentIn an emergency.

Emily Dickinson

I think there is a generation gap. I personally look forward to, as our generation becomes the leaders, you are gonna see a change, and I think hopefully gay marriage will be a part of that country.

Vanessa Kerry

The word morality, if we met it in the Bible, would surprise us as much as the word telephone or motor car.

George Bernard Shaw

He, however, who begins with Metaphysics, will not only become confused in matters of religion, but will fall into complete infidelity.

Maimonides

I can't be on the cheeseburger diet all the time.

Bobby Flay

Yes, there was an element of abstraction and unreality in misfortune. But when an abstraction starts to kill you, you have to get to work on it.

Albert Camus

Our dead are never dead to us until we have forgotten them: they can be injured by us, they can be wounded; theyknow all our penitence, all our aching sense that their place is empty, all the kisses we bestow on the smallest relic of their presence.

George Eliot