For one thing, I don't think that anybody in any war thinks of themselves as a hero.

Our dreams drench us in senses, and senses steps us again in dreams.

Amos Bronson Alcott

I am a feather for each wind that blows

William Shakespeare

The science of politics is the one science that is deposited by the streams of history, like the grains of gold in the sand of a river and the knowledge of the past, the record of truths revealed by experience, is eminently practical, as an instrument of action and a power that goes to making the future.

Lord Acton

Must I go bound while you go freeMust I love a manwho doesn't love meMust I be born with so little artAs to love a man who'll break my Heart

Cassandra Clare

When we assumed the Soldier, we did not lay aside the Citizen.

George Washington

We should have been there shoulder to shoulder with our allies. Our concern is the instability of our government as an ally. We are playing again with national and global security matters.

Stephen Harper

Being always overavid, I demand from those I love a love equal to mine, which, being balanced people, they cannot supply.

Sylvia AshtonWarner

Fundamentalists believe Jesus was God becoming man. I believe that Jesus was man becoming God.

Eric Butterworth

We cannot endure being despised, or not being esteemed by any soul; and all the happiness of men consists in this esteem.

Blaise Pascal

One might fancy that day, the London day, was just beginning. Like a woman who had slipped off her print dress and white apron to array herself in blue and pearls, the day changed, put off stuff, took gauze, changed to evening, and with the same sigh of exhilaration that a woman breathes, tumbling petticoats on the floor, it too shed dust, heat, colour; the traffic thinned; motor cars, tinkling, darting, succeeded the lumber of vans; and here and there among the thick foliage of the squares an intense light hung. I resign, the evening seemed to say, as it paled and faded above the battlements and prominences, moulded, pointed, of hotel, flat, and block of shops, I fade, she was beginning. I disappear, but London would have none of it, and rushed her bayonets into the sky, pinioned her, constrained her to partnership in her revelry.

Virginia Woolf

If we wish to make a new world we have the material ready. The first one, too, was made out of chaos.

Robert Quillen

Today, the degradation of the inner life is symbolized by the fact that the only place sacred from interruption is the private toilet.

Lewis Mumford