Such is the role of poetry. It unveils, in the strict sense of the word. It lays bare, under a light which shakes off torpor, the surprising things which surround us and which our senses record mechanically.

I have always believed that it's important to show a new look periodically. Predictability can lead to failure.

T. Boone Pickens

The great enemy of clear language is insincerity. When there is a gap between one's real and one's declared aims, one turns as it were instinctively to long words and exhausted idioms, like a cuttlefish spurting out ink.

George Orwell, Politics and the

None think the great unhappy, but the great.

Edward Young

Faith means intense, usually confident, belief that is not based on evidence sufficient to command assent from every reasonable person.

Walter Kaufmann

The noblest exercise of the mind within doors, and most befitting a person of quality, is study.

Sir William Ramsay

Who sows fear, reaps weapons.

Friedrich Durrenmatt

Sorrow is better than laughter, for by the sadness of the face the heart is made better.

Bible

I saw no African people in the printed and illustrated Sunday school lessons. I began to suspect at this early age that someone had distorted the image of my people. My long search for the true history of African people the world over began.

John Henrik Clarke

'I will have no man in my boat,' said Starbuck, 'who is not afraid of a whale.' By this, he seemed to mean not only that the most reliable and useful courage was that which arises from the fair estimation of the encountered peril, but that an utterly fearless man is a far more dangerous comrade than a coward.

Herman Melville, Moby Dick

Sometimes the truth feels good.

Carson Kressley

Doctors, dressed up in one professional costume or another, have been in busy practice since the earliest records of every culture on earth. It is hard to think of a more dependable or enduring occupation, harder still to imagine any future events leading to its extinction.

Lewis Thomas

Thinking more of others' happiness than of her own was very fine; but did it not mean giving up her very individuality, quenching all the warm love, the true desires, that made her herself? Yet in this deadness lay her only comfort; so it seemed.

Elizabeth Gaskell