The present reeks of mediocrity and the atom bomb.

There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self.

Ernest Hemingway

Darwinian man, though well-behaved, at best is only a monkey shaved.

W. S. Gilbert

If the laws could speak for themselves, they would complain of the lawyers.

Edward F. Halifax

In film and television we are oftentimes so pampered that the truths are withheld.

Charles Keating

But he that dares not grasp the thorn Should never crave the rose.

Anne Bronte

Dictum is what a court thinks but is afraid to decide.

Henry Waldorf Francis

Luck relies on chance, labor on character.

Richard Cobden

We need to distinguish between nostalgia and the reassuring memory of happy times, which serves to link the present to the past and to provide a sense of continuity. The emotional appeal of happy memories does not depend on disparagement of the present, the hallmark of the nostalgic attitude. Nostalgia appeals to the feeling that the past offered delights no longer obtainable. Nostalgic representations of the past evoke a time irretrievably lost and for that reason timeless and unchanging. Strictly speaking, nostalgia does not entail the exercise of memory at all, since the past it idealizes stands outside time, frozen in unchanging perfection. Memory too may idealize the past, but not in order to condemn the present. It draws hope and comfort from the past in order to enrich the present and to face what comes with good cheer.

Christopher Lasch

I've never had anyone define purity. You probably can't define purity. Purity is to live according to original design.

Josh McDowell

I don't think of myself as a poor deprived ghetto girl who made good. I think of myself as somebody who from an early age knew I was responsible for myself, and I had to make good.

Oprah Winfrey

Music is the vapour of art.

Victor Hugo

Places are produced in that wonderful interaction of people, place, narrative, and time. When the people desert these places, narratives are forgotten, ties break, and the place is unmade. What is un-remembered in abandonment cannot be re-remembered in transient automobile suburbs with too few places for shared experience and story making. The extreme is amnesia, and it means that those afflicted do not know who they are anymore. They are disoriented, isolated, and robbed of the ability to recognize emotional attachments to others. The sufferers do not have a coherent story anymore. Un-remembering is the enemy of good places and of public history.

Robert R. Archibald, A Place to