One cannot but wonder at this constantly recurring phrase getting something for nothing, as if it were the peculiar and perverse ambition of disturbers of society. Except for our animal outfit, practically all we have is handed us gratis. Can the most complacent reactionary flatter himself that he invented the art of writing or the printing press, or discovered his religious, economic, and moral convictions, or any of the devices which supply him with meat and raiment or any of the sources of such pleasure as he may derive from literature or the fine arts? In short, civilization is little else than getting something for nothing.

Let us rejoice, O my Beloved! Let us go forth to see ourselves in Thy beauty, To the mountain and the hill, Where the pure water flows: Let us enter into the heart of the thicket. ~ 36

John of the Cross

I think, therefore I am is the statement of an intellectual who underrates toothaches.

Milan Kundera

Outside, daylight was bleeding slowly toward dusk.

Stephen King

I doubt I'll be singing forever, because at some point people aren't going to want to hear my music, and I hope that I'll still get the opportunity to write songs.

Adele

I was so wild and crazy and dumb in my car. It didn't run but 30 miles an hour. You made do.

Muddy Waters

We know now that the soul is the body, and the body the soul. They tell us they are different because they want to persuade us that we can keep our souls if we let them make slaves of our bodies.

George Bernard Shaw

Focus on competition has always been a formula for mediocrity.

Daniel Burrus

The main thing needed to make men happy is intelligence.

Bertrand Russell

On both 'The Bachelor' and 'The Bachelorette,' it seems like proposing marriage is equivalent to saying, 'Let's date.' Everyone knows those aren't the same things.

Patti Stanger

There is no fate which cannot be surmounted by scorn.

Albert Camus

But now, instead of discussion and argument, brute force rises up to the rescue of discomfited error, and crushes truth and right into the dust. 'Might makes right,' and hoary folly totters on in her mad career escorted by armies and navies.

Adin Ballou

The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.

Rabindranath Tagore