The profit of books is according to the sensibility of the reader. The profoundest thought or passion sleeps as in a mine until an equal mind and heart finds and publishes it.

An artist is somebody who produces things that people don't need to have.

Andy Warhol

If there is any moral in Christianity, if there is anything to be learned from it, if the whole story is not profitless from first to last, it comes to this: that a man should back his own opinion against the world s.

Samuel Butler

I have great faith in fools; My friends call it self-confidence.

Edgar Allan Poe

If a man achieves victory over this body, who in the world can exercise power over him? He who rules himself rules over the whole world.

Vinoba Bhave

Ignorance breeds monsters to fill up the vacancies of the soul that are unoccupied by the verities of knowledge.

Horace Mann

Man is, properly speaking, based upon hope, he has no other possession but hope; this world of his is emphatically the place of hope.

Thomas Carlyle

I did not say anything. I was always embarresed by the words sacred, glorious, and sacrifice and the expression in vain. We had heard them, sometimes standing in the rain almost out of earshot, so that only the shouted words came through, and had read them on proclamations that were slapped up by billposters over other proclamations, now for a long time, and I had seen nothing sacred, and the things that were glorious had no glory and the sacrifices were like the stock yards at Chicago if nothin was done with the meat except to buy it.

Ernest Hemingway

When politics and home life have become one and the same thing, [...] then,[...] it is evident that we will be in a state of total liberty or anarchy.

Leo Tolstoy

We don't know much about the human conscience, except that it is soluble in alcohol.

Sir John Mortimer

Do you know that other than my father, I've never had a man take care of me?

Dionne Warwick

What I love about Brooklyn is there are more wonderful little joints than anywhere.

Arthur Schwartz

On the other hand, all those doubts which I had felt before I entered the cottage as to whether these creatures were friend of foe, and whether Ransom were a pioneer or a dupe, had for the moment vanished. My fear was now of another kind. I felt sure that he creature was what we called 'good', but I wasn't sure whether I liked 'goodness' so much as I had supposed. This is a very terrible experience. As long as what you are afraid of is something evil, you may still hope that the good may come to your rescue. But suppose you struggle through to the good and find that it also is dreadful? How if food itself turns out to be the very thing you can't eat, and home the very place you can't live, and your very comforter the person who makes you uncomfortable? Then, indeed, there is no rescue possible: the last card has been played.

C.S. Lewis