The reason many people in our society are miserable, sick, and highly stressed is because of an unhealthy attachment to things they have no control over.

Nothing like a nighttime stroll to give you ideas.

J.K. Rowling

Things somehow seem more real and vivid when one can apply somebody else's ready-made phrase about them (...) you bring them out triumphantly, and feel you've clinched the argument with the mere magical sound of them. That's what comes of the higher education.

Aldous Huxley

The thinking man must oppose all cruel customs no matter how deeply rooted in tradition and surrounded by a halo. When we have a choice, we must avoid bringing torment and injury into the life of another, even the lowliest creature; to do so is to renounce our manhood and shoulder a guilt which nothing justifies.

Albert Schweitzer

He who lives not to others, lives little to himself.

Michel de Montaigne

It's amazing when you're playing to a crowd who barely understands English but they're singing parts of your song back to you.

Jason Derulo

When you're screwing up and nobody says anything to you anymore, that means they've given up on you.

Randy Pausch

I have the instruments, ideas, technology, computer techniques. We try to create or see something, which has not been known before - just to discover something together. This is always my dream.

Lennart Nilsson

As far as writing, I like watching bad movies. Nothing stops me in my tracks more than watching a great film like 'The Godfather' or 'Dog Day Afternoon' or 'The Graduate.' You watch one of those, and you never want to write again. Whereas with bad movies, it makes you think, If that counts, I certainly could write.

Jason Reitman

A camel makes an elephant feel like a jet plane.

Jackie Kennedy

Friendship is the only cement that will ever hold the world together.

Woodrow Wilson

And when my days run out, I will have lived just a blink of time and the rest will be eternal joy.

Abby Danielle Burlbaugh

O God of earth and altar, Bow down and hear our cry, Our earthly rulers falter, Our people drift and die; The walls of gold entomb us, The swords of scorn divide, Take not thy thunder from us, But take away our pride.

G. K. Chesterton, A Hymn (first