The principle of all successful effort is to try to do not what is absolutely the best, but what is easily within our power, and suited for our temperament and condition.

Early morning cheerfulness can be extremely obnoxious.

William Feather

What a strange thing man is; and what a stranger thing woman.

Lord (George Gordon) Byron

We have all forgotten what we really are. All that we call common sense and rationality and practicality and positivism only means that for certain dead levels of our life we forget that we have forgotten. All that we call spirit and art and ecstasy only means that for one awful instant we remember that we forget.

G.K. Chesterton

The people only understand what they can feel; the only orators that can affect them are those who move them.

Alphonse de Lamartine

It will be about which candidate, which of the two candidates remaining, is best suited to make a positive difference in the lives of North Carolina families, and I submit to each of you tonight that I am that candidate and Elizabeth Dole is not.

Erskine Bowles

I'm only going to stand before God and give an account for my life, not for somebody else's life. If I have a bad attitude, then I need to say there's no point in me blaming you for what's wrong in my life.

Joyce Meyer

I did learn Chinese kung-fu in a school for a short time, but I couldn't afford to pay for long-term learning.

Stephen Chow

I like not the smell of this “authority”

John Proctor

It is no use trying to sum people up. One must follow hints, not exactly what is said, nor yet entirely what is done.

Virginia Woolf

But I think technology advertising will have to stop addressing how products are made and concentrate more on what a product will do for the consumer.

Jay Chiat

The challenge of leadership is to be strong, but not rude; be kind, but not weak; be bold, but not bully; be thoughtful, but not lazy; be humble, but not timid; be proud, but not arrogant; have humor, but without folly.

Jim Rohn

The Lord builds up Jerusalem,And gathers nations to his Name:His mercy melts the stubborn soul,And makes the broken spirit whole.He form'd the stars, those heavenly flames,He counts their numbers, calls their names:His wisdom's vast, and knows no bound,A deep where all our thoughts are drown'd.Great is our Lord, and great his might;And all his glories infinite:He crowns the meek, rewards the just,And treads the wicked to the dust.Sing to the Lord, exalt him high,Who spreads his cloud all round the sky,There he prepares the fruitful rain,Nor lets the drops descend in vain.He makes the grass the hills adorn,And clothes the smiling fields with corn,The beasts with food his hands supply,And the young ravens when they cry.What is the creature's skill or force,The sprightly man, the warlike horse,The nimble wit, the active limb?All are too mean delights for him.But saints are lovely in his sight;He views his children with delight:He sees their hope, he knows their fear,And looks and loves his image there.

Isaac Watts, Psalm 147