It was one of history's great love stories, the mutually profitable romance which Hollywood and bohunk America conducted almost in the dark, a tapping of fervent messages through the wall of the San Gabriel Range.

I've done it all. I'm thankful and proud of what I've accomplished in my life. I hope to keep doing it.

Ralph Stanley

But there are too many people that make so much money at the cost of lives of other humans and for no reason but to make the money.

Lily Tomlin

There is no one, says another, whom fortune does not visit once in his life; but when she does not find him ready to receive her, she walks in at the door, and flies out at the window.

Charles Montesquieu

While only about half of the voters feel they know very much about Reagan or what he stands for, the Republicans who do have a very positive perception of him.

Robert Teeter

He must have killed a lot of men to have made so much money.

Moli

It takes courage to love, but pain through love is the purifying fire which those who love generously know. We all know people who are so much afraid of pain that they shut themselves up like clams in a shell and, giving out nothing, receive nothing and therefore shrink until life is a mere living death.

Eleanor Roosevelt

It is sad and wrong to be so dependent for the life of my life on any human being as I am on you; but I cannot by any force of logic cure myself at this date, when it has become second nature.

Jane Welsh Carlyle

I don't think things ought to be done because you are able to do them. I think they should be done because you ought to do them.

T.H. White

How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams.

Bram Stoker

Bad human communication leaves us less room to grow.

Rowan D. Williams

It isn't safe to sit in judgment upon another person's illusion when you are not on the inside. While you are thinking it is a dream, he may be knowing it is a planet.

Mark Twain

Once a pallid Vestal Doubted truth in blue; Listed red in ruin, Harried every hue; Barricaded vision, Garbed herself in sighs; Ridiculed the birthmarks Of the butterflies.

Nathalia Crane