The most pleasant and alluring curve on a woman is the smile

I must first know myself, as the Delphian inscription says; to be curious about that which is not my concern, while I am still in ignorance of my own self, would be ridiculous. And therefore I bid farewell to all this; the common opinion is enough for me. For, as I was saying, I want to know not about this, but about myself: am I a monster more complicated and swollen with passion than the serpent Typho, or a creature of a gentler and simpler sort, to whom Nature has given a diviner and lowlier destiny?

Socrates, Plato

Democracy is not a fragile flower still it needs cultivating.

Ronald Reagan

We hate the kindness which we understand.

Henry David Thoreau

If it falls to me to start a fight to cut out the cancer of bent and twisted journalism in our country with the simple sword of truth and the trusty shield of British fair play, so be it.

Jonathan Aitken

When love once pleas admission to our hearts, (In spite of all the virtue we can boast), The woman that deliberates is lost.

Joseph Addison

I like feet. I definitely have a fetish. I love to see a man's bare foot, but its got to be taken care of. If they're not well manicured, you've got to wonder what the rest of him is like. I don't want to get in bed with somebody and feel his gnarly feet.

Brooke Burke

Be both the gardener and the rose.

Source Unknown

Don't let your history interfere with your destiny.

Steve Maraboli

There is only one cure for the evils which newly acquired freedom produces, and that cure is freedom.

Thomas B. Macaulay

Galinda didn't see the verdant world through the glass of the carriage; she saw her own reflection instead. She had the nearsightedness of youth. She reasoned that because she was beautiful she was significant, though what she signified, and to whom, was not clear yet...She was, after all, on her way to Shiz because she was smart. But there was more than one way to be smart.

Gregory Maguire

A great book of literature should leave you with many experiences, and slightly exhausted at the end. You live several lives while reading it.

William Styron

Along the iron veins that traverse the frame of our country, beat and flow the fiery pulses of its exertion, hotter and faster every hour. All vitality is concentrated through those throbbing arteries into the central cities; the country is passed over like a green sea by narrow bridges, and we are thrown back in continually closer crowds on the city gates.

John Ruskin